This will be a dead give-away....

....if anyone I know reads this. It will out me for who I really am. But here goes, anyhow....

I was inspired to make this confession because of comments on Hor-gal's blog about gifts. Okay, so most girls would not appreciate a gift of action figures. I totally get that. However....

My name is Blogget. And I'm a Star Wars geek.

(("Hello, Blogget!" says the gathered geeks.))

I'm 5'9" of curly-haired, carrot-topped, dirty-minded, well-endowed, scruffy-looking, nerf-herder....no, wait, that went wrong.... The point is, I'm a thorough geek for George Lucas's universe. I'm sure he's not married because we just haven't met. Nevermind that he's older than my parents! In his case, I just don't effing care.

I once mentioned to a geeky guy at work that I have a circle of online friends who are all Star Wars fans and all women. He sat and blinked at me for a moment and said, "Do you know how many of my friends have been waiting years to hear those words?"

I collect the movies, posters, autographs, books (until they killed Chewbacca), and toys. I have ringers on my phone and screen savers. I have a bumper sticker on my car that says, "My other transport is the Millennium Falcon." Seriously, I do.

I have six copies of the original trilogy. SIX. The tapes I recorded off of HBO way-back-when, the original VHS release, the digitally remastered THX version in fullscreen *and* widescreen, the Special Editions, and the recent DVD release. SIX.

I have large (LARGE) bins in my attic of action figures, vehicles, and various and sundry toys I find interesting. And just the ones I find interesting, because it's too damn impossible to collect them all. The toymakers play on the obsessive nature of unwitting collectors. "Yes, I know I already have a Qui-Gon Jinn figure, but this one is looking to the right." Oh, no no no....

And yes, most of the toys are out of the box. Why? Because I PLAY WITH THEM, all right? I set up dioramas, when I have space and time. I told you -- a complete geek lives in me. I'm sure someone is asking this -- Doesn't playing with them hurt the value? Eff the value. They're my toys.

Now, I did have a fella recently offer to do something obscene to me with one of the action figures. Dang, if you thought taking it out of the package hurts the value.... Oh yeah, and OUCH. No thanks. That really oogied me out.

And before you start imagining your friendly neighborhood Blogget all costumed up at a Star Wars convention, let me just say for the record that I wouldn't go that far. My costume is only for Halloween.

(And no, it's not the brass bikini thing! Why do guys always ask me that?)

And then there's my office.... The pic shows just part of two shelves on the wall.

Yes, those are Star Wars beanies. All of them. And the top shelf has Star Wars M&M beanies. A friend even cross-stitched a little Star Wars logo for me! What you can't see in this picture are Darth Tater and the Spud Trooper -- Mr. Potatohead Star Wars toys. I'm missing Artoo Potatoo, though. Need that.

So, there you have it. I've unloaded my confession. I'm a card-carrying Star Wars dork.

No really! It's right here in my wallet....