In the UK we don't have nerds. We call them Anoraks; usually because they're to be found at the end of draughty railway platforms, jotting down the numbers of train locomotives, while munching on cress sandwiches, or inspecting the undercarriages of airliners as they fly overhead at the cold end of a civilian airport.
I'm not that bad - but.
Last night I was watching a US TV programme - no names; copyright and all that nonsense. When I noticed that it was an absolute clone of a plot on star Trek I saw over twenty five years ago.
I'm a nerd/anorak!
What's even worse is that I don't care.
Is that sad beyond belief?