My family has been telling me for a few years that I’m a geek.  I always argue against the idea.  After all, I don’t wear a pocket protector or code games in my spare time.  Yes, I’d rather read a good book than watch a ball game, but doesn’t everyone?

Well this morning I came to the realization that they may be right.  I was getting dressed for work and pulled out a red shirt.  As I was pulling it over my head the thought came to me:  “Damn, I’m a disposable character now.  I better not go on any missions today.”

Then it hit me — I am a geek.

And for the record:  Kirk over Picard any day.  If I’m going to be fried to ash on some god-forsaken planet, someone’s getting laid.  Just saying.