If you have ever felt the urge to take your geek tendencies and just run with them – much like how Macbeth did with his thirst for power – I recommend becoming embroiled in the controversy about the hypothetical atmospheric and biological consequences of a fictional explosion in a film starring Mark Hamill, Harrison Ford, and Carrie Fisher – who I prefer to remember as the bazooka-wielding assasin from The Blues Brothers.
Would the destruction of the second Death Star in The Return of the Jedi have inevitably annihalated the ewok race that aids the rebel commando team? Some people say yes. Others say no.
They all have way, way too much time on their hands. The same is true of these people, but at least they have provided me with considerable amusement over the years. Their reviews (1, 2) of recent Star Wars films definitely lay to rest the idea that they could possible be considered consistent or accurate.
This whole discussion was promted by a post on MetaFilter, which I can thank Nick Ellan for addicting me to years ago.
I owe you nothing!
We, the intelligent masses, have taken back Geek and made it our banner. Under it, I shall march, with no kowtowing to anonymous commenters.
This is just too bloody obvious.
Technical knowledge about our world is COOL. It lets us do stuff.
Knowledge about alternative worlds related to our world is GOOD. It frees the imagination.
Technical knowledge about alternative worlds not related to our world is A GODDAMN WASTE OF TIME.
That is all.
You owe us a breakdown of nerd v. geek
Robot Chicken on Star Wars:
The Empire Strikes Back
Prequels
“And as a child, I built C-3PO!”