Moderately Reliable Nerd

A while ago a coworker popped into my office and asked, “Quick! What was the name of the dragon in Neverending Story?”

I thought of it before he quite finished. “Falcor,” I said, solidly.

“WHY did you answer that so fast? Why do you know that?!”

I’ve seen that movie a couple of times.

“A couple times in the last few months?”

A couple of times this morning.

Totes proud


Is joke.


Why do I love that story so much? I think my mother is probably one of the major sources to credit. I think Neverending Story is, in spite of it’s weirdness, great literature. I find myself referring to that movie with lessons about life over and over again.