Thursday, April 15, 2010
I remember when I was 16 and got busted by Mr. Popular Senior of my high school in the local comic book shop. He looked at me, smirked, and asked "What are you doing here?" I was embarrassed. I felt like I got caught perched on Santa Claus's lap at the mall or something. My shame was so intense that the obvious question to ask him did not even hit me. "What are you doing here?" Twenty years later and I finally realized that he was a closet nerd, too.
How much of nerd am I? I call my wife Wonder Woman all the time. Yesterday she said, "And you're my Superman."
Instead of being pleased, this ticked me off.
"Hey, Babe" I said, "I am more like Batman. Wonder Woman and Batman kind of have this unspoken romance going on and Batman is a brooding kind of guy like me and he doesn't talk much like me. So I am more of a Batman."
"Can't I just call you Spider-Man?"
My Nerd senses were tingling something fierce. I gritted my teeth and said, "Wonder Woman is a DC Universe character whereas Spider-Man is from Marvel Comics. So that would never happen. Just stick with Batman."
She agreed. All was well again in Metropolis Gotham City.