Hmm, where to start.
--Of course!
If you've ever read a person's self summary on one of those dating connection sites (and I can tell you, I tried a few), they all start the same. 'I'm terrible at writing these things.' 'I hate trying to sum myself up in so few words.' Or 'there's not a lot to say about me.'
Well, I cling to no delusions of being unique. I
really am terrible at talking about myself, so here goes nothing.
I could claim that I'm not your average geek, but you've seem my pictures. So, without a doubt, you've already decided for youself that that's precisely what I am. And, well, you're right.
I played a few too many computer games growing up. Watched far too many Sci-fi movies. And stayed up so late reading that I could barely stay awake in my classes. You know the kid, pale, glasses, pocket protector. ...Alright, I never had the pocket protector, but I did alternate between button ups and t-shirts with, what I thought at the time, were cleverly geeky phrases.
I've been into Science Fiction since a young age. I've always loved the retro sci-fi. You remember, right? Star Wars, Star Trek, 2001, Asimov, Heinlein, Arthur C. Clarke, Wells, Herbert, Vonnegut, the original greats from the early days of movies and science fiction novels, those hundreds of years ago. Sure, the modern stuff's alright, but I like nothing better than comparing their vision of the future with the actualization of time.
My obsession is, I realize now, a little extreme, but I just can't give it up.
I mean, I wanted to
be Han Solo when I was a boy.
Truth be told, I still do. I wanted to be cool. I wanted to be a pilot, and I wanted to win the princess. --I mean, Luke had some bad-a** moves when you put him in the pilot's seat, but Leia was his sister. He got the short end of the stick.
Regardless, my dreams of flying were doomed from birth. My parents had cursed me with bad eyesight. At least I tend to blame them. --Sure, maybe there was a procedure to correct it, but I hate the idea of anyone fiddling around with my vision. I can't see for crap as it is, I'd rather not risk making it worse.
I won't put anything in my eyes if I can avoid it. Not contacts and certainly not lasers. And so I wear glasses. They're not the most practical, and I go through them like mad, but that's my choice.
And, you know, it's funny... the kids call you four-eyes, but the phrase never made sense to me. If I had four eyes, I'd probably have a fair chance of being able to see. Why else would you have four if you weren't meant to have better vision than the average individual with two? Needless to say, the term never bothered me much. It's hard to be insulted by something that doesn't stand up to reason.
I guess you could say, though I'm not flying anything, that I'm living my boyhood dream. How many people actually manage that? And since I couldn't fly, I followed my other interests. I've always had a knack for the way computers and programs work. That's how I chose my primary subject of study. If I couldn't do what I wanted, I'd do what I was talented at.
My second subject of interest, in the adacemy, was Navigation. What geek doesn't splooge himself at the chance to study maps of the universe? Any universe. To plot the course. To be in charge of boldly going wherever the hell you want.
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What Geoff won't tell you is:
He was terrible in his weapons courses. He tends to be easily excitable when it comes to strange situations or Sci-fi references.He tried to revive 1337.When that failed he attempted to get it listed as dead language.He's had a crush on just about every leading female in a Sci-fi series to date.He's intimidated by most of his fellow crew members.He's never had a serious relationship.In fact, he's a virgin (though he'd insist that it was by choice) ...He's probably just holding out for Aeryn, Barbarella, Uhura, or Trinity.He seems well adjusted, but beneath it all he's an utter fanboy.