In case anyone is wondering where I get my nerdiness from, my folks just posted on Facebook that they’re at a Steampunk Festival. And then there’s:
My mom knitted a Tom Baker scarf. In like, 1985. She still has it.
My dad went with me to a Star Trek convention in 1995.
I have distinct memories of my parents watching Star Trek:TNG. And we used to watch the Red Dwarf marathons on PBS. In high school Sunday nights were Doctor Who and Blakes 7.
When my mom owned a coffee and candy shop she made sure she sold Jelly Babies. They used to come in a Tardis shaped box.
My mom had an original 1960s edition of Lord of the Rings.
My dad woke us up at 3am one morning when I was a kid to see the Northern Lights.
I have faded memories of sneaking out of bed to watch Granada Holmes with my dad in the wee hours of the morning.
For that matter my parents came to Sherlock Seattle last year and really enjoyed themselves. My mom likes Basil Rathbone apparently
My dad’s an airplane geek and I’ve been to more airshows then I can shake a stick at.
My dad’s had a computer since the early 80s. We had one that ran on cassette tapes, went to Amiga and he stuck with that until he went to Mac in the late 90s.
Geeky parents are awesome and not a new phenomenon, and I’m glad they passed it on to me.
