My Money’s on Trogdor

It was the spring of my junior year of high school and I was looking at colleges. My tour group had just disbanded, and I wanted to do some snooping on my own — figure the place out, you know? I was embarking on my first solo venture down the Quarter Mile, and I was determined to inspect every brick on campus.

I only made it about twenty feet before I stopped dead in my tracks. The cause? Trogdor. Trogdor the Burninator.

Laid out on the pavement before me was a detailed chalk drawing of the Homestar Runner character I had been watching on repeat for the past several months. I was delighted. Marveling at the accuracy with which the artist had depicted the dragon-man’s single beefy arm, I knew it right away: this was somewhere I belonged.

It was this moment of realization that came to mind as I read the review of Strong Bad’s Cool Game for Attractive People. Stopped me dead in my tracks.

As many of you are painfully aware, there are plenty worse places for a geek to be than RIT. Bearded ladies may pass comfortably in public now (see “Bearded Ladies”), but geeks seem destined for an eternally awkward out-of-placeness in certain social circles. RIT is a geek’s paradise, and I’m genuinely happy to be here. It’s an easy thing to forget, what with all the snow and the homework and the tests and the general, everyday misery of the student body. But I really do like it here. Although it seems a rare occasion that you’ll hear anyone speak this sentiment aloud, it is a nice thing to be reminded of from time to time.

Trogdor fan or not, I hope you like it here too.