For the record, I am a Pure Nerd
52 % Nerd, 0% Geek, 8% Dork
A Nerd is someone who is passionate about learning/being smart/academia.
A Geek is someone who is passionate about some particular area or subject, often an obscure or difficult one.
A Dork is someone who has difficulty with common social expectations/interactions.
You scored better than half in Nerd, earning you the title of: Pure Nerd.
The times, they are a-changing. It used to be that being exceptionally smart led to being unpopular, which would ultimately lead to picking up all of the traits and tendences associated with the “dork.” No-longer. Being smart isn’t as socially crippling as it once was, and even more so as you get older: eventually being a Pure Nerd will likely be replaced with the following label: Purely Successful.
Take the Nerd, Geek, Dork test.
(They will ask you for statistical info etc. but you don’t have to give legit answers. Let me know how you score if you take it.)
Sometimes the significance of an event takes a long time to emerge. For instance, it took me until today to realize the symbolism of my last post from Monday: it seems that on Monday morning two people weren’t getting royally screwed.
So first off….happy happy happy birthday to BLYSS! It’s hard to believe that you were just a kid when I first met you!
All the best, my friend.
Secondly, my trip into work today was highly unusual. I ended up taking a different route this morning due to a work related errand. As I traversed this new trail I was pulled over by the Dallas PD for speeding in a school zone (I had COMPLETELY missed the signs). The officer was nice enough to let me go with just a warning. And, No, I did not flirt even the slightest. WOW. I was very relieved!
Then as I continued on my way I came across an odd site indeed. It was a very large (like 1.5 or 2 foot), extremely well sculptured, pink jelly DONG along the side of the road. It was kind of like a dead elephant, you know they have to go somewhere to die, but you just never expect to see one.
Apparently my skin is just about the same texture and firmness as a nice aged Swiss cheese, because the cheese slicer seemed to have absolutely no problem transitioning from the block of cheese to the inner edge of my supporting thumb. I have a large, gaping, open wound to attest to my theory. {And it stings like a sun-of-a-gun}. In addition, I have a perfectly sliced and delicately curled sample of hauself skin that looks an awful lot like the rest of the Swiss cheese on the plate. {I’m not eating it though.}
So yesterday was the gay and lesbian PRIDE parade in Dallas. Usually I am a bystander at this event, but this year, thanks to the wonderful Blyss, I was invited to represent the Women’s Chorus of Dallas IN the event. Due to the constant trickle (and more) of rain, I think it was better to be riding in the parade than standing on the sides to watch. Of course the rain did not prevent us from putting the top down….we just figured the people in the car would keep the inside from getting too wet. I think for the most part this tactic worked… (I for one was soaked).
There is something both silly and marvelous about a parade. Think about it. Groups of people get together and agree to stand on the side of the street, while other groups of people get together and agree to drive down the center, some with decorations, some with cheap giveaways, but none are really all that important and most are just common people who happen to be in the center of the street. That is when the miraculous happens…both groups start to trade and share waves and smiles and knowing glances, behaving as if we were all really excited to see one another and feeling some sort of connection just because we are there and participating with one another in this odd prearranged formation. Something about that is simple and beautiful.
And like in most parades the people in the center yesterday agreed to throw cheap baubles into the crowd, which, for the honor of catching, the crowd agreed to make noise, smile, attempt to be noticed and cheer and shout loudly. However, unlike most other parades…in this auspicious group the crowd also expressed their desire to share in a wholly giving fashion by throwing jello shots INTO the passing parade cars to reward and support those people who just happened to be in the center. I mean when you really stop to think about it, it is pretty amazing all this open sharing, camaraderie and overt expressions of connectedness and simple friendliness between complete strangers.
Think about how different it is from your daily commute. Instead of “hey get out of my way asshole” “watch where you are going” “ever heard of a blinker you jerk” it is “Hi, good to see you” “Hey, let me share these simple treasures with you” “thanks for being here” and “isn’t this fun?”
You should have seen the people during morning rush-hour on 75 central today as I continued my new found ‘parade-style celebration’ and smiled and waved and expressed how happy I was to see each of the cars out on the road with me. (Of course I decided against the throwing of things).
Friday night Blyss and I met up for some dinner and as always your meal comes free with goofy fun camaraderie. We were dining in the gayborhood, so after our meal we naturally headed for the lesbian erotica section at the Crossroads bookstore. We stood there and read several back covers in our best ‘movie phone’ voices, which is obviously the ONLY voice that is appropriate for phrases such as “…skating on the thin ice of her desire.” (That phrase is funny enough on its own, however, the knowledge that is comes from the back of a booked titled Bliss, is its own sort of EXTRA-funny.) Anyway, we finally happened upon this spectacular masterpiece:
The juicy mockable goodness of this book is painfully apparent; excessive nippliage, dark hungry glances askance and gravity defying torpedo breasts. Ah brilliant!
But the subtle best part that will likely become a welcome addition to my everyday speech archive is “Sexually Intrepid.”
(Come to think of it, if they ever used that moniker to market a car, I just might have to buy one!)
