“All I need is a healthy ovum and I can grow my own Leonard Nimoy!” –Sheldon
I’ve been a Trekkie for the better part of my life and I have always loved science fiction. My love comic books has waned over the years, but I can really relate to the occasional philosophical discussions on comic books that happen on The Big Bang Theory.
In the Christmas episode-The Bath Item Gift Hypothesis-the show opens with a debate on how Superman gets his tights clean and if, in fact, it is possible to get the Kryptonian fabric dirty in the first place. The logic, or lack thereof, in most comic books makes this kind of debate a lot of fun and the meganerds on The Big Bang Theory give up after deciding it is impossible to have a serious discussion with some people.
While I have not seen every episode of The Big Bang Theory I do like the show. The Big Bang Theory nerds are much more successful than the nerds I have known in real life, with the exception of one or two that were Engineers of one kind or another. Most of the nerds I know fit more in the Living-In-Their-Mother’s-Basement mold of nerdom-which is not that far from my own nerdiness. One of the nerds on the show talks a lot about his Mother’s basement, but I am sure if he lives there or not.
“I brought it upon myself by being such an endearing and important part of your life.”Sheldon tell the pretty and not a rocket scientist girl next door Penny, thus setting up the main story line in The Bath Item Gift Hypothesis. Sheldon is the meganerd’s nerd as he talks down to everyone, has an I.Q. of twenty million, and has absolutely zero common sense or social skills.
So when Penny does something nice for the clueless Sheldon and gives him a napkin signed by Leonard Nimoy-which he wiped his mouth on-this is the best present ever. I’ve met Leonard Nimoy by the way. And William Shatner. If saying Hi and getting an autograph counts as meeting someone. I’m Sheldon and the gang on The Big Bang Theory would agree that it does.
Was Mr. Nimoy nice to you?
He was nice enough, considering.
After having spent hours handing out pieces of paper explaining the rules of the autograph session, stuff like NO PHOTOGRAPHS ALLOWED, when it was our turn my husband sticks a camera in the man’s face.
Nice.
Hey, I’m a photographer for cryin out loud!
Yes, Leonard Nimoy was nice, but he seemed to be suffering from digestive distress as he kept stopping the book signing and running out of the room.
He even smiled when I asked if I could take his picture.