This is the evil twin to the "woah I'm a geek" thread. Here you can sound off on your observations of other people and their geekiness.
Here's mine:
I was browsing at our library, and I came around one shelf and saw someone with their back to me opening up their laptop. I innocently looked over his shoulder and watched him type his password. I realized with a jolt, as he rapidly hit the 1 and 0 keys, that his password was in BINARY code!!!!! It was something like a 15 character password! Wow.
Director of Narrative
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To contribute to the thread I must tell you about the time I wandered into a true side-of-the-road carnival.
It was mid-autumn in a dusty West Texas town that I was bummin’ through. I’d just hopped train and was looking for something to entertain me more than hobo sing-a-longs and the ever popular “look what I have in my bindle” game. I jumped train as soon as Monahans when I saw the Ferris wheel, named after my great-uncle Rigley Ferris ( of the St Louis Ferris’). Anyhow, I rolled off that fast-moving westbound train and staggered, moonshine-drunk into the outskirts of town to have myself a time! I wandered the midway fruitlessly throwing baseballs at milk bottles and trying to pop under-inflated balloons with darts when I came to the darker end of the strip.
There I saw things that I never imagined I’d see. It was the sight that I would imagine an unimaginable sight to be. I put the bag of penny-candy back into my trouser pocket and aimlessly perused the painted banners depicting all manner of unsightly yet interesting amusements. There were lizard boys and enormous bearded women. I saw renderings of two gorgeous dames joined at the hip in a fleshy permanence and men that put long skewers through the flesh of their backs. Unconsciously scrounging in my threadbare pockets, I felt for the few coins I had left after my impulsive indulgence in a sarsaparilla and scanned for what I was going to entertain myself with. It was then, sipping the last of that heavenly drink, that I saw Sammy.
Now Sammy isn’t the most handsome of men, and I don’t particularly take to men, but somehow I was drawn. Maybe it was the toothy grin. Maybe the dapper hair. Perhaps even, now that I look back on it, that he was pictured holding a prize-winning roaster hen. (I, as you know, was raised on a chicken farm.) I moved towards the boisterous man shaking a striped cane on the podium above our heads, calling for us to enter the tent and handed the large-shouldered man my two quarters. I followed the crowd into the tent, which was hazy from the aromatic cigars that a vendor was selling further up the midway. The murmur of the crowd was sucked from the tent when Sammy, dressed in a finely cut red and white pinstripe suit emerged onto the stage from behind a dull satin curtain. His toothy grin shone in the electric lights and the glisten from his well-greased hair seemed to play patterns on the canvas roof. With only a little bowing and that constant grin, Sammy moved towards the crowd and reached down for a box that I had not noticed until then. Pulling back the lid Sammy rose up with a plump, dove-white hen.
With that first precise bite, I knew.
As I was working on some builds that I am going to post at Mutants and Masterminds.com, my stepfather comes over and says to me "Your still doing this S#!t?", after I get off the computer he starts playing a Golf game he has been playing since it came out in 2000, and going on and on about the great shape modern golfers are in. I would say, that if those of us into PnP are geeks, he is our leader.
SAMMICH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1
At dinner with co-workers and vendors last night. Dave mentions that he and his wife were up to 3AM Saturday night watching their 60# flat panel and playing games. My co-worker Rich and I simultaneously said "Do you have a Wii?"
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Our departmental computer support guy and one of our grad students got into a huge fight about how many "layers" of overwriting is needed to make a harddisk "safe". The student was bragging about how he overwrote 7 times when the tech dude went "well I overwrite 13 times!", and the fight was on. The rest of us just leaned back and took in the scenery...
When I read this in the blog:
Tekeli-li! Tekeli-li!
James Jacobs
Editor-in-Chief, Pathfinder