When Geeks Get Ghoulish

I’ll tell you the truth.  I’m not a big Halloween person.  I know that makes me boring, and stuffy, and way too grown up for my own good, but I just don’t get the whole dressing up thing.  I really never have.  I put up with it as a kid because I would do anything for a bag full of sugar-laced crack, but I never wore the mask to any of my costumes because it made my nose sweat, and I never kept any of my makeup on because it made my cheeks itch. 

I guess that makes me a Hallo-weenie.

Uber takes after me a bit – – he just doesn’t understand why people would want to put on something ridiculous looking and demean themselves for some flimsy Tootsie Rolls.  H-T, on the other hand, is my drama king, and wonders why the heck we only do it once a year!

But one thing all of us have in common around this time of year is our enjoyment of sticking knives into pumpkins and pulling out handfuls of gooey guts.  The boys completely designed and carved their own jack-o-lanterns this year, and in true geek fashion…

Uber carved out an emoticon…

Uber's Emoticon

Uber's Emoticon

and H-T used the symbol of his favorite flash game…Home Star Runner
H-T's Home Star Runner

H-T's Home Star Runner

I guess you can take the ghoul out of the geek, but you just can’t take the geek out of the ghoul.
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I knew I would regret those Star Trek onesies…

 

These are my two sons.

This is our backyard.

In this picture, which I secretly snapped from our back deck, it might look like they are about to catch a squirrel.

They aren’t.

It might look like they are starting a primitive boy band.

They aren’t.

You might even think they are preparing for battle against the demon children down the street.

But you’d be wrong.

This picture, which could have been taken on any day of the week, and almost any time of day, is representative of the newest obsession in the Topsy-Techie household.

I am referring to G.U.R.P.S. (Generic Universal Role Playing System).  Yep, my kids are officially geeks.  I know I have kidded about them being geeks on many occasions here on this blog.  I laughed.  I scoffed.  I sniggered. 

But now that both my sons are deeply embroiled in what can only be described as a 2008 version of D&D, I guess it is time to come to terms with it.  I can make peace with it, right?  After all, I probably contributed to it.  Their first playroom was in the basement.  Their first dress up clothes included golden helmets and light sabers.  And a lot of their first reading was out of old comic books.  So yes, I had a part to play in the nature vs nurture cliffhanger.  But I still never expected my boys to be walking around the back yard with a box of dice and a stick. 

It’s just a little surreal.

I guess I sorta wish they were about to catch a squirrel.