Beowulf
2nd-July-2006, 03:15 PM
(Since this is more humour than true geekery I put it here rather than the geek threads.. mind you it seems they lay ANYONE in there these days ;) )
I'm actually Quite ashamed to say many of these do actually apply to me.
You Know You're a Geek When...
You look at a movie trailer and think, "I have that font."
You know you are a geek when you set up an automatic rerouting of your e-mail to your pager.
You are a geek when you get sudden attacks of bittersweet nostalgic feelings when thinking about your long-lost old Commodore 64, Sinclair ZX-81, TRS-80 (or whatever hardware you were raised on), and use large amounts of money/time trying to track one down.
You are wearing ten year old spectacles, made of steel.
You realize you never cook, eating only take-away pizza.
You check your web access_page more than once a day.
You seriously consider devoting a web page to your computer. (Not the brand, mind you, but the actual computer itself)
You have more e-mail addresses than you do pairs of shoes.
You get depressed when you get less than 10 e-mail msgs a day.
Although vaguely insulted by pocket-protector jokes, you still find them funny.
You start getting paranoid you aren't getting all your e-mail. (If you have sent me e-mail, and there seems to be no life from me, try again.)
Someone asks you what languages you know, and you reply Upper Slavic, French, Esperanto and C.
You are on the Obscure Software and Computer Crap Junk Mailing Lists.
Sleep and nightime are no longer irrevocably linked.
You arrange to get e-mail access no matter where you go.
You hear the word "Scuzzy" and the first thing you think of is not an adjective.
You went to a high school where the only team with a winning record was the Chess team.
You rig up elaborate mechanisms to do really basic tasks.
You have one or more Slide rules and you know how to use them.
You know about USENET cultures in groups you don't even read.
You get REALLY excited when people from countries with limited access to the 'net are frequent visitors to your pages.
You write web pages about your web pages.
Your favorite part of Geometry was proving theorems.
You can remember your web address faster than your phone number.
You do your best work after 11 p.m.
You work in a building where you need a badge to move between floors.
You calculate the odds of getting one of the primo parking spaces in relation to your apartment, factoring in time, weather, season, etc, and are accurate over 80% of the time.
You can count the number of moderately good hacker/computer dude type films on one hand. (I promised not to froth at the mouth when I went to go see The Net -- I failed miserably.)
You head straight past People and the always entertaining Weekly World News for this month's Computer Shopper.
You can track the geek gene through your family tree.
You froth at the mouth when someone talks about the "Information Superhighway."
You are a member of the USENET elite, invoked in posts in threads to which you have not posted.
You can sing Tom Lehrer's element song.
Not only is your computer in the centre of your room, it's set up so as allow 'netting from your couch, as well as your desk chair.
You arrange your jobs so you can telecommute.
You organise your CDs, so the tops all face upward, alphabetically, or by record label (If you do more than one of these, you are an Anal-Retentive Geek).
You carry a 5gb+ Portable HDD to and from work.
You can sing "Smooth Rider" from Grease 2. If you do the hand movements while singing, you should get out more.
You plot to get your grandmother on E-mail.
I'm actually Quite ashamed to say many of these do actually apply to me.
You Know You're a Geek When...
You look at a movie trailer and think, "I have that font."
You know you are a geek when you set up an automatic rerouting of your e-mail to your pager.
You are a geek when you get sudden attacks of bittersweet nostalgic feelings when thinking about your long-lost old Commodore 64, Sinclair ZX-81, TRS-80 (or whatever hardware you were raised on), and use large amounts of money/time trying to track one down.
You are wearing ten year old spectacles, made of steel.
You realize you never cook, eating only take-away pizza.
You check your web access_page more than once a day.
You seriously consider devoting a web page to your computer. (Not the brand, mind you, but the actual computer itself)
You have more e-mail addresses than you do pairs of shoes.
You get depressed when you get less than 10 e-mail msgs a day.
Although vaguely insulted by pocket-protector jokes, you still find them funny.
You start getting paranoid you aren't getting all your e-mail. (If you have sent me e-mail, and there seems to be no life from me, try again.)
Someone asks you what languages you know, and you reply Upper Slavic, French, Esperanto and C.
You are on the Obscure Software and Computer Crap Junk Mailing Lists.
Sleep and nightime are no longer irrevocably linked.
You arrange to get e-mail access no matter where you go.
You hear the word "Scuzzy" and the first thing you think of is not an adjective.
You went to a high school where the only team with a winning record was the Chess team.
You rig up elaborate mechanisms to do really basic tasks.
You have one or more Slide rules and you know how to use them.
You know about USENET cultures in groups you don't even read.
You get REALLY excited when people from countries with limited access to the 'net are frequent visitors to your pages.
You write web pages about your web pages.
Your favorite part of Geometry was proving theorems.
You can remember your web address faster than your phone number.
You do your best work after 11 p.m.
You work in a building where you need a badge to move between floors.
You calculate the odds of getting one of the primo parking spaces in relation to your apartment, factoring in time, weather, season, etc, and are accurate over 80% of the time.
You can count the number of moderately good hacker/computer dude type films on one hand. (I promised not to froth at the mouth when I went to go see The Net -- I failed miserably.)
You head straight past People and the always entertaining Weekly World News for this month's Computer Shopper.
You can track the geek gene through your family tree.
You froth at the mouth when someone talks about the "Information Superhighway."
You are a member of the USENET elite, invoked in posts in threads to which you have not posted.
You can sing Tom Lehrer's element song.
Not only is your computer in the centre of your room, it's set up so as allow 'netting from your couch, as well as your desk chair.
You arrange your jobs so you can telecommute.
You organise your CDs, so the tops all face upward, alphabetically, or by record label (If you do more than one of these, you are an Anal-Retentive Geek).
You carry a 5gb+ Portable HDD to and from work.
You can sing "Smooth Rider" from Grease 2. If you do the hand movements while singing, you should get out more.
You plot to get your grandmother on E-mail.