Friday, January 13, 2006

chop chop. Today, I'm going for a haircut. You know -- the one I've been talking about for months. I'm hacking off a good six, seven... eight?... inches. It's down past the center of my back at this point. And it's a little scary now that the day has come. But it's just hair, right? It grows back. I hope. 7:04:51 AM    well, yes, but...  [] itty bitty shoutout. To Sheryl, who reads my blog though hers is awfully much more clever and oft-read, who created De-lurking Week to get blog readers who never comment to leave a hello or comment for the writers they enjoy. I think lots of people have really loved having a bit more dialogue with the people who stop by to check on their lives. It gives them a warm, fuzzy feeling. So, in Sheryl's honour, and because she told us to: Say hello! Introduce yourself. I'd love to know you're here. Thanks, my wee duckies. 1:03:52 AM    well, yes, but...  [] eighteen reasons why i am more of a dork than you will ever be. I'm not afraid to admit it. Even on a grand scale. In fact, I celebrate it. I've mentioned it in this very space many times. I'm a bona fide, hard-core, committed dork. Or geek. Or nerd. Don't even try and tell me there's that much of a difference. You'll just look like a dork, too. I took a quiz once to try and figure out which one I was, but the fact that I took the quiz guarantees that I'm all three, anyhow. When the calculators are down and the TMBG is turned off and the Homestar Runner quotes have been quieted, I am simply a stuffed-in-a-locker, take-out-my-asthma-inhaler-just-in-case-when-I-laugh, shouting-out-Jeopardy-answers-at-the-TV kind of girl. I can put on a cool front for approximately ten minutes. Then I'll invariably walk into a wall and snort. Want proof? You got it. Right off the bat: You shakin' in your boots yet? No? You want more? Gosh. Okay. Which British Band Are You? I can't believe that's not enough for you. Okay. I'm going to have to play hardball here. 18 more reasons, kids: I just said "gosh." Right up there. You might've missed it. But I said it. I baked my friend a pocket protector-shaped cookie once. I did an interpretive dance for one of my university classes. I was kidding. Mostly. I got really, really happy when I watched this. I am enamoured by anything Google. I've quoted The Princess Bride and So I Married An Axe Murderer extensively. I once kept a Tamagotchi alive for a really, really long time, on a dare. And left it with my mom when I went to a movie. Who also kept it alive. And gave me a status report when I got home. She had made it rather fat. I have 14 different email addresses, one of which is "i.love.my.laptop.woohoo@gmail.com." I'd love to have Beta fish -- and remark that they were still in the testing phase. I have 1,000 Gmail invitations (does anyone need one?) I sang harmony to a polyphonic ring tone the other day. And it wasn't my phone. String cheese gives me the giggles. I know all the words to Trogdor. My parents passed down serious nerd genes: my mom likes home renovation shows (and I mean This Old House, not Extreme Home Makeover) and my dad cuts out cartoons from the New Yorker. I long to be Slashdotted. I know the words to all the songs in Sound of Music and most of the songs in West Side Story. I can discuss coffee like most people discuss wine. I wrote three -- count 'em, three -- articles about James Frey in the space of two days. Because I get fiesty about books. Really. A lot. Which means that I am in the top 20 Google results for a LOT of James Frey searches. Which is probably really geeky. Oh well. I'm an English nerd, a cooking nerd, a trivia nerd, a Net nerd, a sports stats nerd, a blogging nerd, a camp nerd, a choir nerd, a debate nerd, and a Nerd Who Loves Nerds. I even used to eat Nerds candy. I'm thrilled to operate outside the realms of Cool -- mostly because I believe that this where true Cool lies. As long as you never actually desire to be Cool. That's just weird. I hope to marry nerdy. I hope to live a nerdy life. I hope to raise nerds. I hope that I never stop being unabashedly, ridiculously impressed by things at which other people boggle. Oooh! And I hope I never stop playing Boggle! 12:30:30 AM    well, yes, but...  []

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