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I love Chuck because he is intensely geeky. Like the burning of a thousand suns in the Delta Quadrant in a Dyson sphere of quirky sweetness. Like the Dungeon Master, that is smiling before you roll your first die. Like the Tall-Dark-And-Handsome wanderer that walks into the Wolf's Wood Tavern like he owns the place, and you better hope you like to get boff(er)ed. Like the dark-side hacker who makes joining up, getting the free toaster oven, and being badass look goooooood.
He is the Mulder to my Skully, the Wolverine to my Jean Grey (Suck it, Summers!), the less-douchebaggy Angel to my less-ditzy Buffy. He's the V to my Evie. The snarky, LARPing, power gaming Johnny to my snarky, LARPing, interested in flavor text but still good at Magic me. He works for Wizards of the Coast, for craps sake. In my world, geek is not an insult. Sometimes, it's freakin' MANDATORY. When I am lying awake at night trying to solve a quandry a CHARACTER of mine is having, it's really nice for the person next to me to not think I'm crazy.
Right now, he's at GenCon having a blast with fellow Wizards. There are things he helped create are on display for other nerds to squee about. I am jealous as hell but so proud of him.
Let me give you an example. When Chuck and I first started dating, my hands were bandaged due to a critical dexterity fail. We drunkenly wandered the halls at Norwescon, coming up with this story of how it happened. In the end, my super hero alter ego was attacked by Abrasive Man, my arch nemesis.
A few weeks later, I got this email from Him Riley, who told me that he knew about my secret identity and that he had information on Abrasive Man. I received a manila envelope dropped off at my house with a docket of information and printouts of records of his recent whereabouts. Sadly, I never found the fiend on my forays with Agent Pockets (we kept getting distracted) but when I moved from that apartment I found a box filled with sandpaper and the final clue to the mystery. So. Awesome!
He ganked my heart. Most of my base are belong to him.
Amber
PS: (One more!) He's so l33t.
He is the Mulder to my Skully, the Wolverine to my Jean Grey (Suck it, Summers!), the less-douchebaggy Angel to my less-ditzy Buffy. He's the V to my Evie. The snarky, LARPing, power gaming Johnny to my snarky, LARPing, interested in flavor text but still good at Magic me. He works for Wizards of the Coast, for craps sake. In my world, geek is not an insult. Sometimes, it's freakin' MANDATORY. When I am lying awake at night trying to solve a quandry a CHARACTER of mine is having, it's really nice for the person next to me to not think I'm crazy.
Right now, he's at GenCon having a blast with fellow Wizards. There are things he helped create are on display for other nerds to squee about. I am jealous as hell but so proud of him.
Let me give you an example. When Chuck and I first started dating, my hands were bandaged due to a critical dexterity fail. We drunkenly wandered the halls at Norwescon, coming up with this story of how it happened. In the end, my super hero alter ego was attacked by Abrasive Man, my arch nemesis.
A few weeks later, I got this email from Him Riley, who told me that he knew about my secret identity and that he had information on Abrasive Man. I received a manila envelope dropped off at my house with a docket of information and printouts of records of his recent whereabouts. Sadly, I never found the fiend on my forays with Agent Pockets (we kept getting distracted) but when I moved from that apartment I found a box filled with sandpaper and the final clue to the mystery. So. Awesome!
He ganked my heart. Most of my base are belong to him.
Amber
PS: (One more!) He's so l33t.
