As I was sitting in the company bathroom, I was contemplating how to start this blog off.... (and yes, I was sitting... contrary to popular belief there are live breathing girls in the nerd paradise of internet security). In fact, in this office, about 75% of this girl population can be seen in their native habitat during the day.
Every week I arrive to the "Cantina" of computer magic... oh my god, I just referenced Star Wars and magic in the same sentence. See, this is why we created this blog, the longer and longer we work here, the more of the nerdiness seeps in and the less of our sanity remains.
Not unlike the comic books we hear about day in and day out, our arch nemesis is a creature named Elman. I won't delve into the properties that make this terrifying Puerto Rican nerd amalgam at this current moment, but suffice it to say he is the driving force behind what scares us about becoming nerds in the first place.
My coworker Heidi and I are the last shining beacons of normalcy in a world ruled by larping, LAN parties, and World of Warcraft. This blog is to document the treasure trove of nerd insanity that we experience everyday... be scared.
Heidi (a.k.a. TheCatLady, a.k.a Footlong):
Two things happened today to make me realize that I have gotten dangerously close to the edge:
First, Lauren gasped in horror when I uttered the words "you've gotta give props to Weird Al" and meant it.
Second, this was my most recent search:
I'm becoming a nerd and I'm pissed about it.
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Keep punching that bear, ladies.
ReplyDeleteHoly crap, did I say punch the bear? I meant make the bear punch the kid! God I'm retarded....
ReplyDeleteYou're also one of the nerds. Quit Trolling!
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