The Star Wars prequels taught a generation of awestruck, compassionate nerds to become hateful, bitter cynics. It was a Bizarro-Woodstock of geekery. In Poodoo, you can watch one man’s slow decline from rationality to angry madness and finally to acceptance. By Matt Springer, with an introduction by real-life college professor Steven P. Millies, Ph.D.
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About the Author
I’m 33 years old and live in Orlando, FL with my lovely wife and two nigh-perfect kids. I want to be a writer, but instead, I do PR. I have been obsessed with all dimensions of popular culture since an early age. Before I could use a toilet, I was quoting Ed McMahon and the legendary Johnny Olsen on The Price Is Right (“A new car!”). I lived most of my life in Chicago and eventually married a beautiful Irish lass from the hinterlands of Florida. We moved to California in July 2004 and then to Jamlando in 2006. I’ve been gainfully employed as an entertainment journalist since 1998, both full-time and freelance, for publications as varied as Consumers Digest and the Official Buffy Magazine. I currently blog about geeky stuff at Alert Nerd and have released two books through our own damned publishing company, Alert Nerd Press. Writing is my passion…the ceramic clowns are my hobby.