I’ve always had a tendency to make fun of the kids who play video games all day, but am now starting to wonder if my blogging activity is really that much more valuable.  Do I not essentially spend my blogger’s life in a fantasy world, conducting imaginary “raids” on enemy conservatives, part of a team of liberal bloggers who chat with each other, preaching to the choir with their witty quips?  Imagining that I’m engaged in some enormous battle, when in reality I’m involved in minor verbal altercations inside of a conservative-liberal duality which was most likely constructed and is being manipulated by somebody else.

Don’t get me wrong, I like having my blog.  And my favorite thing about having it is the fact that I’ve found a community, a group of peeps who are just as obsessive about politics as I am.  And I do know that the issues we write about can have life-or-death consequences, so I’m not dismissing the problems themselves as imaginary.  But isn’t my writing about them just that…words?  For all the effect it has on the real world, I might as well be living in my Mom’s basement and eating chips while fantasizing about being a powerful wizard.

My one hope is that putting an idea out there into the ether often enough actually does leave an imprint and influence how things are discussed and thought about.  So perhaps what we do will make a difference.  However, I’m also going to lose my attitude about the World of Warcraft kids.  I’m just as addicted to sitting at a computer as they are.

Also, there’s always Alan Scott.  As long as he’s around, I will never feel like I’m preaching to the choir.  Congrats on sticking it out so long with us liberals, Alan.  I’m making you a tag in my blog post….

I used to believe I was a nerd.  I was always made fun of for being a nerd when I was younger, mainly because I wore glasses and spent all my time reading, and so I assumed that those were the basic requirements for nerdiness.

But as with everything else, things get complicated as you get older.  It turns out that nerd and geek are much more specialized terms than I thought.  Geeks are into programming stuff on computers.  I love computers as a tool for sharing gossip and irrational political opinions.  So, not a geek.  Nerds are expected to be into sci-fi, which is a genre I have never managed to become enthusiastic about.  I’m still obsessive about reading, but my preferences are a mixed bag of everything from Victorian novels to 20th century Eastern bloc fiction to pop culture analysis.  I’m not sure what that makes me.  I guess that the comic book and superhero thing can also put one in the nerd category.  I grew up in Poland reading a comic book about a superhero called Orientation Man, who was constantly being chased by an Eskimo with a broken heater, but somehow I don’t think that qualifies.

And I get the feeling that my love of hip-hop automatically cancels my membership in the nerd world.   

So what am I?  I’m definitely socially awkward enough to be a dork, but there’s so much more to me than my klutziness.  I suppose my fanatical interest in politics might mean I’m a wonk, but that word implies connections and influence in Washington D.C. that I just don’t have.  A bookworm?  A dweeb?

Ah, hell.  I’m from Europe.  I should have known all along.  I’m an intellectual.