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I am a geek, no doubt about it. The only question is: what kind of geek am I?

I game a little (random sci-fi, Pathfinder). I like many different things. I like Lord of the Rings, Hunger Games, Harry Potter, Avengers, Star Trek, Star Wars, Firefly, Sherlock, and more. I even like Twilight (not as much as I used to, though. I think I’m growing out of it just a little).

That covers most of the things that I like that I’ve actually seen or read all or most of the books/movies/episodes that are available. What about the things where I’ve only experienced a small portion of what’s available? Why do I like those things so much?

We’ll start with Supernatural. I have never seen a single episode of Supernatural, yet I have a seemingly unfounded recognition of and affection for the characters (somebody really needs to make a decent Supernatural music fanvid using the song ‘Send Me an Angel.’ It seems like the logical thing to do).

Then there’s the big one: Doctor Who. I have only seen six episodes of the reboot, but my love for this show is so huge that sometimes it feels like I can’t contain it inside my head or heart.

Why? Who do I have so much love for these things I don’t even really know? I'll tell you why: the internet. The internet and Pinterest. The geek category on Pinterest is highly addictive-I’ve literally spent hours scrolling through pictures and articles that others have pinned into the geek category. It’s difficult to stop.

It’s all your fault, internet. You make me smile when I see Dean, Sam, and Castiel. I’ve only seen one episode with Ten and five episodes with Nine, and you, internet, make me squeal and sigh and melt with joy when I see any of the Doctors. I love them. I love all of them. And it’s all your fault.

Nicely done, internet. Nicely done.

Post-Hunger Games

The following is my immediate visceral reaction to the Hunger Games trilogy after having read all three books in nine hours over three days, three hours per book, one book per day.

They wrecked me. The Hunger Games wrecked me.

I’ve either been crying or on the verge of it ever since I finished them an hour ago. I can’t handle it. I feel exhausted. I’m not sure what to do to get it out of my head. The story engulfed me, consumed me. I am unable to deal with the intensity of the emotions that were contained in that story, those books.

I must send others down the same path, let them be consumed as I was. Maybe then I’ll be able to find what’s left of me, what didn’t get destroyed or devoured by the voracity of the story that is The Hunger Games. But if I never find myself again, if the words have wrought some change in me, is that so bad?

All I can do now is sleep.

I read the trilogy for the first time in February 2012, before The Hunger Games movie was released in theaters.