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I need to apologize to my fellow TR SuperFriends for being out of touch this week. Suffice it to say a lot of school related work came to a head and needed my attention. Anyway, today I am free...to torment Rob...er...yeah.

Speaking about Rob.... YAY, I got my shirt! :) It's too bad I do not have a camera. It would be my entry for that Nerd in Nerdom thread Scooter wants us to do.

I promise good FFF as opposed to typical FFF. This week's column features a work that I love immensely. (Or, in WalMart-terms, I want to mix DNA with it all over teh place.) Yes, I love it. It inspired my own "Somebody Who Loves Me" a fluffy/fuzzy/warmy feeling story. And that's not a place I venture into ordinarily. It's also (hold on to your lightsabres!) Sam/Bumblebee.

Yes, Sam/Bumblebee!

Electrosexuality - with a twist. It's about romance not sex. It's not a ComicsNix joint. It examines the emotional side of the Sam/Bumblebee ship and does so in a very touching and realistic (!) manner.

In The Wake by Piscaria

A few notes about the story. It relies on a couple of bits of fanon. Namely, that the "spark" is like a soul and that the Transformers are able to project realistic 3-D holograms of themselves. This is referred to as holo!Bee (or holo!Prime, holo!Megatron, etc). Myself, I only ventured into that holo-territory once (see above) as it's not my favorite way to approach human/bot ships. I like to keep bots as bots! (Now, admit it, machines can be ubber-sexy - you know it!)

In other news - I re-watched Avatar last night. It's officially out of the theaters :( yet I managed to watch it 5 times during its re-release :) I've completed, in first draft form, two Na'vi related stories. And! I'm trying to learn the Na'vi language. I leave it to your imagination to figure out why. >:D

The definiton of a guilty pleasure is "something one enjoys and considers pleasurable despite feeling guilt for enjoying it. Often, the "guilt" involved is simply fear of others discovering one's lowbrow or otherwise embarrassing tastes, rather than actual moral guilt." (Thanks wikipedia).

I think in the case of nerd and geekdom, guilty pleasure works slightly different. In the general population, most people don't want to admit to liking obscure things. In the nerdy world, the more obscure and weird the interest is, the higher status of nerd you are, at least according to the uber nerds who feel that some nerd interests are worth more than others. I don't actually think this way, but I have noticed it in some communities.

Any example of this would be something main stream and accepted by the general audience. Batman is one of those things. You can like Batman and not be considered a nerd because Batman is so main stream with all its movie installments and cartoon series. You can be a Batman fan without even picking up a comic or trade. Batman is a house hold name.

But there are countless comic book heroes that are not.

So in our own reverse university, things that are obscure = cool. Liking main stream things, depending on what they are = not so cool.

I have a lot of guilty pleasures, and I don't mind sharing them with you at all. Maybe we can have a few laughs together. Maybe you'll feel comfortable enough to share yours. Remember though, it has to be something you wouldn't outright admit for the most part. There are a ton of things I love that I know aren't cool, but I am unashamedly into them, like unicorns. Damn I love unicorns. But some of this stuff, I wouldn't readily admit to my friends (except my bestie of course, she knows everything). Either way, let's get on with the show!

Little kid cartoons. I'm not talking Pokemon or Batman: The Brave and the Bold (though I love me some B:TBATB) which are generally directed to 8 and over. I'm talking about the cartoons meant for 5 year olds. It started in university when I was pulling all nighters. I couldn't find anything to watch except for this 24/7 children's programing channel. It had stuff on it like Dudley The Dragon, The Toy Castle, Ants in Your Pants, Bob the Builder and so forth. I would watch this starting at midnight and go all the way until 3 AM. I started watching it during the day. I sometimes still watch them, but the programming has changed. I'm not too big on Dara, Diego and the Backyardians which seem to be the big hits right now but every once and awhile, I turn it on and watch some of them.

Horrible catchy pop songs. When it comes to music, I don't really stick to one genre. If I hear something and I like it, I like it. Even if I don't like the artist, I don't care. I'm not really a fan of Katy Perry or Kesha but I do catch myself liking some of their songs. Not really into Lady Gaga but there's about 3-4 of her songs that I really like. I hate admitting that I sort of like that California Girls song. But there it is. Some pop stuff I enjoy.

Sleeping with stuffed animals. I know that collecting plushes really isn't a big deal with this community and I'm sure between all of us, we could open up a stuffed animal zoo, but at the age of 25 I still sleep with them. Not as many as I'd like because my bed isn't that big. When I was younger I would throw on all the stuffed animals I had, and in the morning they would have all fallen off. I have an insane amount of stuffed animals, and my mom and I keep adding onto my collection. I always sleep with my very first stuffed toy, a Cabbage Patch horse named "Rex" (My mom named him) that I got for my first Christmas. There's a picture of me somewhere with me getting him. Every night I tuck him between my arms before I fall asleep. I used to take him with me for over night stays elsewhere, but now that I'm older, and more scared to lose him now than anything, he stays at home. Even when I had boyfriends stay over, I'd have him with me. I admitted to one boyfriend before we shared a bed that I still did this and he rolled his eyes a bit. I don't really tell to many people about it IRL so that's what makes it a guilty pleasure. I also have a couple other horse plushes on the bed with me, and a giraffe.

That's really about it. It's actually a harder topic than I thought once I started writing. There's a ton of things I know are pretty lame, but I'm not ashamed of them. I'm not really ashamed of these either, but they can cause for some embarassing (and have in the past).

The Joltess... who is going to go to bed now, with Rex.

Hidely-ho Blogarinos!

To those who haven't run away screaming bloody murder, allow me to explain:

SOHB Contributor The Joltess came to me with a clever little idea, and since it was such a brilliant and delightful concept--and because I owe her big time, I happily accepted.

Dearest nerds---send us pictures of yourself with your favorite geekified items: Toys, action figures, collectibles, books, DVDs, ancient artifacts, rubber novelty items, classified alien technology--whatever turns your crank. I chose my Dune books(Frank Herbert's original six--the only ones that matter), and for a lark I added my beloved Abe Sapien beanie($5 from a very nice woman who runs a coffee shop in Waukegan. It was hanging up as a decoration--she had no idea what it was or its signifigance).

These pics will be given their own gallery page when I have enough, but keep in mind, this isn't a contest--every one who sends in a picture will have a spot on the Gallery(I don't have enough readers yet to be picky--besides, I've got no prizes for the winners) Send pics to scooteratreides@gmail.com.

Some of you might be wondering why I look like I'm being sodomized with a fireplace poker in my picture: Well, it's like this--I'm incapable of taking a good picture. Apparently I did something dreadful to the entire camera poulation in a past life or something--but no photograph ever taken of me has ever come out right. So, I beat the blasted machine at its own game! Before the camera has a chance to ruin my appearance, I ruin it myself first!

Alrighty, get to steppin' geeks! Send in those pics!




Randolph Scoot