Drug indunduced geekness

So the thirty nine spinal taps and two neuro surgeries that I have had, have yet again conspired to make my life and back torture. I wander off to the docs after putting up with it for a couple of months(cause I hate going to docs) and he pulls out the muscle relaxants. Now the Flexeral he tells me will knock me on my butt, but he promises the other stuff won't and I can take it during the day and it will be just fine. Just fine my large padded posterior!! I am like a zombie on this stuff and weird things just stick in my mind.
  As I am laying on the couch possibly even drooling out the corner of my mouth an ad comes on fro a station re-running Battlestar Galactica. Whooooo Hoooo goes my little geek brain, yeah Apollo and Starbuck hubba bubba. Then some essence of reality hits and I realize its the recent show. Man that show and I didn't get along.
  See in my little world Starbuck is a guy, end of story, more importantly it is a young Dirk Benedict.
   Back in the early 80's I wasn't into anything, didn't read books wasn't aware of pop culture or anything. Then I saw that show, Battlestar Galactica and my world changed forever. Some where hiding in my DNA was the geek gene and this just happened to be the thing that turned it on. Whole new worlds opened up to me, I started demanding to see any film that was remotely Sci-Fi. I drug my parent to Star Wars, Conan, saw Excalibur, saw anything that was other worldly. Then my world got opened further.
  A co-worker of my mother must have taken pity on me and handed me a book. He told me to read it and that if I liked it he had a lot more that I could borrow. He handed me a book entitled "The Riddle Master of Hed". Again doors blown off my existence, books and lots of books had these mysterious worlds that I enjoyed. After that book he put the single most important series into my hands against my moms wishes. He handed me Tolkien's "Lord of the Rings". For years whenever we had traveled to Denver to see my mom's family there was this underpass that was scrawled with the phrase Frodo lives. I never understood it until I read the book.
   Soon I was reading everything, Frank Herbert, Piers Anthony, Edgar Rice Burroughs, Howards, all the main writers; my mother on the other had was having a small fit as she didn't understand any of this. I had posters of dragons, of wizards, of star ships hanging on my walls. I didn't follow the normal teenager mode of ways. I got interested in science but not math(in my world numbers and letters don't combine) and was a whiz in any English class that I was put in.  In 10th grade we had to either read Shakespeare's, "Julius Ceaser" or read about King Arthur. My teacher decided to keep opening my mind and gave me a copy of "Mists of Avalon" to read instead, he thought I might like a alternate view of that historical time period. And at the same time my history teacher gave me Umberto Eco's book "The Name of the Rose" to read for history and was I hooked. History was now the thing for me.
   I loved to read the books of any author and think about how the history of that world might have been, what drove those characters to do that, how the political shape of said world was created. I practiced being a historian in my mind as I read and read and read.
  Then the next level of geekiness appeared in my life in the form a of a medieval re-creation group who came to my school to do a demo for the 9th graders. Well I was sucked in faster than you can say bob. I went to lunch with them and by the end of the week I was attending dance practice and bardics with this group. And what was fabulous about this group of people they accepted me with all my inherent geekiness and other personality quirks and made me feel like I had a home. I joined them in 1984 and am still a member. The group's name? Why its the Society for Creative Anachronism and they are still the people that even today twenty five years or so later that I want to hang with. .