I am not a geek at all. I have pored over these posts and have accumulated sufficient evidence to prove beyond a shadow of a doubt that I am not a geek.
To wit:
I drive a fuckoff huge, beat-up, luxury car. Geeks like old Volvos and little teeny cars with LINUX stickers on them. I keep one of those cars in my trunk for a spare.
I work in the rock and roll concert industry and not only hang out with musicians, but I am also actually a musician. I just got back home from doing audio for an Eddie Money gig, a notoriously middle-aged, classic rock non-geek, who, by the way, rocked the living piss out of the house.
I do not fervently defend one specific genre or sub-genre of music; nor do I vehemently preach the benefits of open source operating systems. I mean, Bill Gates IS a complete twat, and Windows IS poo, but it gets me by ok.
Despite the fact that I have over $3,000.00 in Enterprise Edition coding software and compilers, I can't code for shit. I might add that all of these compilers are WIN32API. Not a GnuTools app in the house.
I have had drinks and lunch with more than a few people that are undoubtedly, - dare I say it? - Rock stars. The antithesis of geek.
I hated Star Trek DS9 and dismissed it as a very badly done soap opera.
My WAP phone is not activated for webside.
I have had sex.
Recently.
Despite the fact that I have a Borland Delphi 3 Object Hierarchy poster on my office wall, it is next to some backstage passes and actual hand-scribed greeting cards from actual women with whom I have had sex.
Some of them stated quite matter-of-factly that they would not be adverse to having sex with me again.
(Yeah.... that one sort of throws me for a loop, too.)
The last Star Wars film bit the hairy ham.
I don't give a flying fuck about /.
Thank you.
Now give me your lunch money and give yourself a swirly in the girl's john by third period.
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I wanted my half in the middle and I wound up on the edge.