10. Monitor tan.
9. You become physically ill at the mention of the RIAA, and visibly excited at the mention of object-oriented programming.
8. You have a poster on your wall of the Linux penguin.
7. You’re mad because all your friends got goodnight kisses after prom, but your sister just slugged you in the arm and said “Thanks, bro.”
6. You think having twice as many computers as there are people in the house is a bare minimum.
5. You feel that living life like the movie “Tron” would rock!
4. In your little black book, you list (both) the girls you know in order by IP address.
3. You can type faster than you can speak
2. When your shrink says “Mother . . . ” you say ” . . . Board.”
1. If, by some happy accident, you someday have kids, you want to name them after your favorite fonts.
September 14th, 2006
I was on MAX last week on the way home from work, and something strange caught my eye outside the train. This punk looking guy, straight out of the ’70s-London-Sex Pistols-The Clash-era, was walking down the sidewalk. He had the full meal deal going on: Skintight black jeans torn and cut in all the right places, huge heavy black boots, spiked dog collar around his neck, all kinds of piercings, and a tall spiked bright red mohawk.
And wrap-around sunglasses. And a white cane with a red tip, sweeping side to side.
Yup, being blind, the poor guy had no idea how ridiculously stupid he looked. I can picture his friends, all of them grown up and business men now, with their suits and briefcases, keeping this guy in the dark (so to speak) about how silly he looked.
“Yeah, man you look wicked tough. You still got it. Oh, yeah, sure, of course I’m spiking my hair too. I’m slathering on the hair gel right now. Yup, we both look like real hooligans. Now go on, get out there and STRUT!”
September 10th, 2006