A Memory of Light

   The finale to the epic Wheel of Time series is upon us. This is it. The big one. The last volume in the cultural waterstone (?) that is THE WHEEL OF TIME. I'm not even a big Robert Jordan fan, but I'm still somehow geeking out. It's not just the Brandon Sanderson stuff; it goes beyond that, somehow, as though I'd still be doing this if Jordan were still alive. It's the Wheel of Time, man. It's been decades coming, but now it's concluding. I guess I'll feel the same way when that Song of Ice and Fire series thing concludes.

   Am I... a nerd? There was the science stuff, but the pop culture stuff was more mainstream. Internet mainstream, at least. Except when I delved into nitty-gritty brony minutia. The manestream seen in terms of the mainstream? Shoot, that's kind of a contradiction there, isn't it. Maybe there's something under the surface...? Yeah, alright. The only reason I did that was so I could analyse why it was so internet mainstream, even though a lot of aspects aren't. Okay, that works out. I guess that's exactly what I've been doing all along. And I guess that means a yes.

   I didn't really consider myself to be a nerd until this summer, when I realized how intensive some of this stuff was. And on this blog, when I reported on WorldCon, after I had recommended a nominee for that year's Hugos. It's all sci fi and fantasy and filk. Worlds that, while I have no stake in them, am strangely attracted to. I have a love/hate relationship with my love/hate relationship to Star Trek.

   All of this from that one announcement. See, see what I mean by needing a springboard to leap off of?