Posted by: randomlilnikki on: May 5, 2010
I haven’t posted in quite some time, I know. I have been trying to focus on university, stalking bands and painting my fingernails – all things of great importance in the universe of Nikki. However, I managed to drag myself away from the nail polish and band websites for long enough to attend Supanova. No, a star didn’t explode, but my mind was blown. See this ‘pop culture’ event is an invitation for all nerds, Geeks and fanatics to walk in pride (and extremely complicated outfits) without the threat of wedgies, ‘swirlies’ or the beheading of their dol- I mean, action figures. The outcome of an event like this is attendees of many different level’s of Geekdom. However, I, in my magnificent wisdom, and great desire to anything other than my actual assessment, have decoded the Geek-Con Nerds, and will help you identify them by mere appearance. After all, it takes one to know one.
1. The ‘Whatever is Popular’ Geek.
This Geek comes for the comic books, and stays for the wrestling match and leaves after buying a cool shirt.
Costume: Whatever shirt is clean, if it has a superhero on it, all the better.
2. The ‘The Fewer People that Understand This Reference, the Cooler my Costume Becomes.’ Geek
This Geek varies, from genre to genre, but usually is a fan of the one particular show or movie franchise and not much else.
Costume: Spock’s second cousin Phillip, only mentioned in an Easter Egg on the special edition, Director’s cut version of the DVD.
3. The ‘That’s right, I have a Boyfriend/Girlfriend’ Geek.
These Geeks have managed to master the more complex social interactions, or have found someone as equally geeky as themselves. Always travel in pairs. Make other Geeks feel awkward.
Costume:
Sailor Moon/Tuxedo Mask
Obscure Anime Character/Another Obscure Anime Character
Zombie/Deader Zombie.
4. The Cosplay Geek.
These Geeks go ‘there’. They go there, shop around, write home, see the sights and come back with a vengeance.
Note: To the untrained eye may appear as a weirdo with a sewing machine and too much time on their hands. To members of the Geek community who know better, they are heroes. (Except for the ‘Save the Cheerleader’ bit, they don’t do that.)
Costume: Elaborate exact depiction of a character, usually including replica weapons bigger than their person.
5. The Twi-Hards.
The Bane of all pop culture and speculative fiction, Twilight is only a part of such conventions because, a) it ‘classifies’ as Fantasy and b) it brings in every tween and teen in a 14,959 mile radius (and their monies). Travel in packs. High pitch voices. Usually female.
Costume: Blindingly pale skin, a shirt with a picture of a shiny actor on it.
6. The ‘I thought this was just a costume party’ Geek.
Any excuse to dress up is enough for this person.
Costume: Anything. Usually a full costume, without any explanation e.g. Barney the Dinosaur, Polar Bear or Road Kill.
7. The Epic Win Geek.
Just looking at this Geek makes other Geeks want to cry, take pictures and tag themselves in it. Extremely rare.
Costume: Very involved and possibly expensive. Maybe something like this.
Geeks are an ever-changing species, so this isn’t an exhaustive list, but at least you will know not to offend a Cosplayer by referring to him or her as a Twi-Hard. And you won’t offend the rest of the Geek community by referring to Twi-Hards as even a subterranean level of Actual Geekdom.
Peace, Love and Doctor Who,
Nikki.
Posted by: randomlilnikki on: November 8, 2009
July. That was when I last posted. Wow. So long ago. Oh, well. Time to get back in the game.
See, my last two posts were so immensly popular that I decided to bask in their glory and take a break for a while. And then I made a major discovery. It was while I was creating for my self a (massively-awesome-you-should-visit-it-now) tumblr page, that I realised. Perhaps I am not a nerd after all.
I hear those gasps. Not a nerd? That’s like doing the Spock hands in mittens. Pointless. The truth is, I am a geek. No, not a gleek, thank you High School Mus- I mean Glee. I am a Geek. It is cemented. In stone. (Is that a double metaphor?) When I created my new (massively-awesome-you-should-visit-it-now) tumblr page, I didn’t name it Nerdgirl1337 or iamanerd or heckyeahnerdagebro, but alas, I named it storyofageek. Mostly because storyofanerd didn’t sound as cool, or like the song covered by about every band in the world. (Sing it with me, ‘This is the story of a nerd’) Actually, now that I think about it, that almost rhymes. Darn. Too late.
And because to exist in the western world you have to have about 34.6 different websites, this message will be spread clearly across the internet. Because this blog updates my tumblr, which updates my twitter, which updates my facebook, which updates some guy I don’t know is masquerading as a 17 year old girl who tells his dog. Good to know.
Geek is the word.
Be random
Nikki.
Posted by: randomlilnikki on: April 20, 2009
I always wonder why I am so great at things that will get me nowhere in life…
For example, I am a brilliant procrastinator, I can speak an barely audible speed, I have infinite knowledge of superman, I can talk to animals. Yes, I meant that last one. I didn’t say they spoke back. Anyway, what I am trying to say is that none of these things will help me at all… unless someone is looking for a really fast talking, slow working, superman nerd with a pet dog.
You never know.
But if there is one thing I am good at that might just get me somewhere. I am ahead of the technological crowd.
It all began one day when I stumbled upon a small site called myspace. I signed up and got my very own little page where I could put stuff, and post these little things called ‘bulletins’ and message my friends. Only problem? I didn’t know anyone else that used the site… So I told my friends all about it. Their response: ‘Get back on msn, silly” (paraphrased).
Fast Forward 3 months.
“Nicola, why don’t you have a myspace?”
“I do…”
So then, always on a quest for knowledge, power and Dr Pepper, I found this other small site called FaceBook. So I signed up. You could do a few more things, but I was never completely sold on the idea, because I didn’t have any friends on there because noone used it… so I told them about it.
Their response: “No way, we looove myspace. Did you see my new layout?”
Fastfoward 3 months:
“Nicola why do you still use myspace?”
I like the bands on there alright!
Then, on my continued quest, I discovered twitter. A few days later, a lecturer in uni asked if anyone had one. I was the only one. My classmates looked at me like I had sold my soul to Brangelina.
One day soon that will make me awesome…
Still waiting…
Be random…
Nikki…
Posted by: randomlilnikki on: March 25, 2009
I am back. I didn’t die in the Barren land of silence. In fact, I am in the same place today. I sit here, reading about how powerpoint is ruining our brains, and the room is nowhere near as silent as last time.
There are two reasons for this:
1) Last week there was a international Mime Convention.
Or
2) Maybe I imagined the whole thing.
A thought just hit me, how cool are mimes! And, for that matter, how much easier do they have it. I mean other than the ‘Mum, I am a mime conversation’, life would be so much simpler for them. Rather than having to answer questions in class academically, they could just make a face and make deranged hand movements and everyone would just smile, nod and move on. The teacher would here make a note never to call upon that student again, and life would be sweet.
A mime would never have to have awkward ‘where is our relationship going talks’, because well, you know. Add to that the ease of job interviews and a get out of trouble free card at school. (Because no one can stay mad at a mime, and people love them.)
After weighing up my options, I have decided that there is no other choice for me but to become a mime…..
at least until playing the Sims becomes an art form….
Be random
Nikki, the slightly nerdy mime.
p.s. …………..
p.p.s. (that was me making mime smalltalk)
Posted by: randomlilnikki on: March 16, 2009
It’s always hardest to do things quietly when you know you have to do them quietly. Like right now. I am sitting in a uni library and every sound someone makes seems to disturb the strange species of humans that surround me. They are quiet, antisocial and seem to feed on the awkwardness of others.
It has been an awkward and strange half an hour for me here in the library. I arrive and have to climb about 5 sets of stairs to find a place where I can plug in my laptop, because I forgot to charge it. I find a spot, and face my first dilemma: Do I open my bag and pull out my laptop slowly and quietly, or fast and louder? It’s just like that age old bandaid dilemma: to rip or not to rip. I am the sort of person to just rip it off. A moment of pain and then it is gone. So I use this to inform my decision now. I pull out my stuff quickly, and somewhat loudly. This is met with at least 5 sets of eyes now staring at me with the passion of oh, say 1000 flaming suns.
Minutes later, people recover and are back to their own world of study and such. My typing is now the loudest sound in the room. How do people turn their pages so silently? Now I face my next dilemma. Before this 5 stairwell trek to the abyss of student learning, I purchased for myself a bag of lollies, from the lolly shop. They are in a paper bag, which is not hard to open quietly. But should I do it? Should I open the bag and claim the gummies which are rightfully mine? I decide yes, of course and am met with more stares, as I attempt to open the bag quietly. I have never eaten a bag of lollies so slowly in my life.
I sneeze. Not for any particular reason, except for the fact that I am sicker than Clark Kent in that episode where he comes back from the Phantom Zone (pretty much a big inter-dimensional freezer). My sneeze is louder than when he discovers he has a super sneeze.
About 5 minutes ago someone’s phone went off. Yes, Yoda informed everyone in the room that ‘A message he has’.
Every time I sniffle, it’s like a knife, searing through the silence.
I don’t think I can take it.
I don’t want to die in the barren land of silence.
If this is my last blog – I love you all.
Be random
Nikki.
Posted by: randomlilnikki on: March 12, 2009
The internet hates me.
I know what you are thinking, “Nicola, how could you hate the internet?” No. I LOVE the internet. I blog. I have a facebook. I now twitter. I have a myspace. I still email. (Although I have heard that email is on the outs now.) Google is my homepage. I have a Youtube account.
And yet…
The internet is unkind to me. So here is what happened.
For uni, we have to make this wiki about ourselves. Easy enough. As you all know, I love talking about myself almost as much as I love Dr Pepper. Or Doctor Who. So I am writing away and it is time to put in a link, to another wiki page. Unfortunately for me, my link wasn’t working. So I do the most logical thing. I throw a tanty and ask the teacher for help. I do exactly what I did the first time and now it decides to work. Super. So I look like a complete dimwit. Thank you Mr internet.
Now, I have one main concern. I mean, what do you do when the internet is mad at you? How do you escape the internet? I imagine that this situation can only end in the style of Eagle Eye or iRobot. I am going to be hunted down. My facebook page will disappear. I won’t exist anymore
! (I might still have my myspace page, but that doesn’t count, right?) I won’t be able to send tweets out, and people will think that I left the country, or worse, the planet! I won’t be able to visit my youtube page and will lose all my 12 subscribers!
Oh well. Life goes on.
Nerdy Quote for the day:
‘If at first you don’t succeed; call it version 1.0′
be random
Nikki
Posted by: randomlilnikki on: March 4, 2009
So it’s been a week since last I blogged, and I must apologize. It won’t happen again. Ok, so maybe it will. But I will try.
Yesterday was an awesome day, but it’s awesomeness was dragged down by some not-so-awesomeness. It was like the universe suddenly became pessimistic, like in that episode of Everybody Loves Raymond where he wins a prize but knows something bad is just waiting, lurking around the corner.
First, I was able to buy Season 7 of Smallville. Yes, as much as I know that it stuffs around with the mythology and is at times a bit soapie- I just can’t get enough. I am pretty much a nerd now huh? HOWEVER, on the way to get these six disks of power, my bus went completely in the wrong direction. Buses go on the busway. This bus felt the need to be individual and go against the grain. Or in this case, into traffic.
Second, I bought said six disks of radness, but then got home and couldn’t get inside, BECAUSE I FORGOT MY KEY!!!
‘So,’ I hear you ask, (not really, this is the internet I can’t actually hear you, that would be weird), ‘How many episodes did you end up watching?’…
One and a half.
1.5
Uno y media
Yes, that last one was in Spanish.
I am cynical and bilingual.
1.5 out of 20 episodes…
Life is grand isn’t it?
But at least I have the DVDs. And a house. And Transport. And food. And clothes. And… Ok, I think you get the picture.
So now I am going to spend the next week in super-dooper optimist mode.
I will let you know how that goes. (Although I know it is going to be just Peachy!
Be Random
Don’t be pessy(mistic)
Nikki