Hold On To Your Pocket Protector!

I could get in big trouble for this post.  So, I hope you appreciate it, considering that we are all bored out of our minds by nerd stuff.

Last night?  G was nerding it up with his nerdy friends and I snuck into his hobby room!  I had to hurry, because I didn't want to get infected.

Here's what I documented:

Scary, right?

This is the room in all its glory.  It's not messy; things are precisely where he wants them. 

Look at all the paint on the desk...Also, the Darth Vader cuddling up with the Elmer's glue.

Here are some miniature killing machines, or as I like to call them, dolls.

And then, the planes.  Oh, the planes.  There are more where these came from, but these are the only ones currently on display.

Tribute to Hong Kong!

And then his friends encourage him by sending nerdy t-shirts for him to wear. 

Stop the insanity!  I don't even know what that is.  Some sort of insect?

So there you have it, the nerd room.  Thankfully my eyeglasses are still in one piece (not held together by duct tape) and I didn't magically grow a pair of suspenders.  Whew.  I think I'm safe.

Except for those imminent divorce papers...