I lived through the dawn of geek culture.
I saw Star Wars six times in the theater as a child, and lived in its wake - The Black Hole, Buck Rogers, Flash Gordon, Star Trek the Motion Picture, Logan's Run, Tron.
|I'm still afraid to put my hands into a hole.|
I watched Doctor Who on Public Television at 11:30pm on Saturday nights, right after Monty Python. Watched reruns of the Star Trek animated series on Saturday Mornings. Watched Battle of the Planets and Star Blazers at 6:30am on the UHF channels, long before Anime had its own section of Suncoast Video.
|For me, no Doctor came before this one, or after.|
I was drawn like a moth to the flickering screens of the video arcades. Dropped quarter after quarter on games like Pac Man, Donkey Kong, Star Wars. I basked in the blacklight of the walk-in Tron cabinet. I witnessed the mysterious beauty of laser disk games like Dragon's Lair and Cliffhanger.
I collected comics like Conan, Iron Fist and Power Man and read along as Tony Stark battled his inner daemons. I read the great 80's comics: She Hulk, X-Men, Fantastic Four- and anything else drawn by John Byrne. I read Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles when it was cool. I traded the entire Jean Grey Phoenix series for Eagle Comics's reissues of 2000 A.D.'s Judge Dredd series. A financial mistake for sure, but culturally it was a revelation.
My first RPG was D&D Basic - red box edition . . . a second hand copy. My first war-game was Panzer Blitz . . . a second hand copy. I spent more time salivating over catalogs from companies like SPI and Yaquinto than I did actually playing games. I started creating my own games.
I traded comics for games like Boot Hill and Top Secret. I found Microgames as a low cost alternative and, later, Steve Jackson's Car Wars games.
|Underrated. Why hasn't this been reissued?|
Just as I was coming of age, I was introduced to miniature painting by a teacher with whom I also worked at a summer daycamp. I was drawn to some odd lead-bits that seemed to be a mix of D&D and Star Wars characters, from some british company named Games Workshop.
|Right. Wots all this then?|
Then I found girls, cars and beer, and never looked back . . . until twenty-two years later, when I found a handful of half-painted miniatures in the bottom of a box of high school memorabilia.