Besides, we're all 4-dimensional nerds. We should just stick to what we're good at, talking about confusing stuff that causes lesser minds to explode or cry (like several of my friends).
Strange. It's the first time I've been called nerd and appreciated it as a compliment, not a horrible, ego-destroying insult. Which is what they usually are.
I couldn't agree more. Pretty much all (well, ok,
all) the people I try and start a conversation with either ends in me being called a "bleep", shall we say; the victim.. ahem! "other person" issuing loud groaning noises or walking off looking confused; or a strange rumbling noise, which then turns into a thunderous racket, not unlike the sound of million people with bowel problem simultaeneously excreteing, and ends in a ground shaking explosion, bits of brain and such like all over the wall and a body fried more than an ant sitting on a burger covered in hot sauce and jalepeno peppers on a really, really hot day, underneath a magnifying glass next to a solar flare somewhere with three inches of the sun. Wearing a ski jacket and balaclava.
