Star Wars Guide to The Presidential Candidates
An oldie but a goodie
A bloody terriffic webcomic
Very informative... really makes you think
All hail the graphic t-shirt
4 years later... still kills me
Who should you vote for?
Showing posts with label someone else's ideas. Show all posts
Showing posts with label someone else's ideas. Show all posts
Friday, January 25, 2008
Thursday, January 10, 2008
We'd call this "confirmatory testing"
I think there are some real gems in this article: The Nerd Handbook.
http://www.randsinrepose.com/archives/2007/11/11/the_nerd_handbook.html
I love that the overall tone of the article could be paraphrased as "understanding the nerd in your life."
By the most stringent definitions, I guess I'm not really as big of a nerd as I thought I was. While I have my computer exactly the way I want it, I have no idea how it works (nor do I want one). I've never given any thought to monospace typeface, I don't play any über-nerd games (World of Warcraft, et al.), and Rubik's Cubes make me cry. Furthermore, I actually kind of like fresh air, 95% of my friendships were formed by traditional in-person contact, and I dress pretty cool. sorta.
BUT-- with those obvious outliers out of the way, this article confirms that I do indeed operate like a nerd. The writer of this blog, if you'll excuse the cliché, totally read my mail.
I actually laughed out loud when I read the part titled "Your nerd has built an annoyingly efficient relevancy engine in his head." I'm afraid I could be the poster child for that one.
Even more so: THE CAVE. I have a cave. I've always had a cave. If you have any desire to understand me (or, well, I guess there might be other people you'd want to understand), then click on the link to his blog about THE CAVE. Holy Toledo, Batman-- that's me. That's why I hate being interrupted (mega apologies to my poor Mom and former roommate Emily, who have been on the receiving end of The Snap more times than they'd care to remember).
It's all so clear now. There it is, all laid out in front of me. My faults, my inner workings, displayed in public (at my encouragement, even) like a juicy exposé. There it is, folks. I'm a nerd. Let the doubt be removed.
http://www.randsinrepose.com/archives/2007/11/11/the_nerd_handbook.html
I love that the overall tone of the article could be paraphrased as "understanding the nerd in your life."
By the most stringent definitions, I guess I'm not really as big of a nerd as I thought I was. While I have my computer exactly the way I want it, I have no idea how it works (nor do I want one). I've never given any thought to monospace typeface, I don't play any über-nerd games (World of Warcraft, et al.), and Rubik's Cubes make me cry. Furthermore, I actually kind of like fresh air, 95% of my friendships were formed by traditional in-person contact, and I dress pretty cool. sorta.
BUT-- with those obvious outliers out of the way, this article confirms that I do indeed operate like a nerd. The writer of this blog, if you'll excuse the cliché, totally read my mail.
I actually laughed out loud when I read the part titled "Your nerd has built an annoyingly efficient relevancy engine in his head." I'm afraid I could be the poster child for that one.
Even more so: THE CAVE. I have a cave. I've always had a cave. If you have any desire to understand me (or, well, I guess there might be other people you'd want to understand), then click on the link to his blog about THE CAVE. Holy Toledo, Batman-- that's me. That's why I hate being interrupted (mega apologies to my poor Mom and former roommate Emily, who have been on the receiving end of The Snap more times than they'd care to remember).
It's all so clear now. There it is, all laid out in front of me. My faults, my inner workings, displayed in public (at my encouragement, even) like a juicy exposé. There it is, folks. I'm a nerd. Let the doubt be removed.
Sunday, December 23, 2007
Don't complain-- I could've given you syphilis.
Today was Christmas with all my brothers and sisters and their kids. Mom and I got back home from it all around 8:00, but I swear it felt more like midnight. You tell me: I'm 24, I'm young, I'm spry-- and I don't even OWN any of these kids-- if I'm tired out after six hours of them, how exhausted must their parents be? Geez.
For most of the kids, I bought Giant Microbes. I gave Nicholas the flu, Olivia strep throat, Haley whooping cough, Leo salmonella, and Natalie the common cold. I would have gotten a microbe for all 9 kids, but those five were the only ones at the store that weren't venereal diseases.
"Thanks for giving me the clap, Aunt Andrea" isn't something I want to hear on Christmas. That might just be me, though.
For most of the kids, I bought Giant Microbes. I gave Nicholas the flu, Olivia strep throat, Haley whooping cough, Leo salmonella, and Natalie the common cold. I would have gotten a microbe for all 9 kids, but those five were the only ones at the store that weren't venereal diseases.
"Thanks for giving me the clap, Aunt Andrea" isn't something I want to hear on Christmas. That might just be me, though.
Monday, December 10, 2007
Rock you like a hurricane
I bought a new cd this weekend, and I'm almost embarrassed at how much I'm enjoying it.
20th Century Masters: The Millenium Collection: The Best Of Scorpions.
This purchase comes straight on the heels of having watched This Is Spinal Tap on DVD-- both the feature film and an hour's worth of deleted scenes. So while I'm enjoying some major guitar riffs, most of the time I'm imagining the lovable Nigel Tufnel being the one who's threading those hot licks. And to me, it's David St. Hubbins singing in a rock-whisper at the beginning of "Still Loving You." And those are happy thoughts.
But still... I love the music.
Best $7.39 I've spent recently.
20th Century Masters: The Millenium Collection: The Best Of Scorpions.
This purchase comes straight on the heels of having watched This Is Spinal Tap on DVD-- both the feature film and an hour's worth of deleted scenes. So while I'm enjoying some major guitar riffs, most of the time I'm imagining the lovable Nigel Tufnel being the one who's threading those hot licks. And to me, it's David St. Hubbins singing in a rock-whisper at the beginning of "Still Loving You." And those are happy thoughts.
But still... I love the music.
Best $7.39 I've spent recently.
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