Manifestation of Ultra-Geek (a rant about posers)

I am a geek. Yes, I don't think there is any doubt in anyone's mind that I am otherwise. I pride myself in my geekification. But I don't actively celebrate it to the point of outwardly expressing my geekdom to the public, they be friends or random strangers. The rising geek is more tempted to do such things. The new guy who found this whole techie-edge to be "cool" and are thus unknowingly presenting themselves as Ultra-Geek.

Now, this is probably a rant. Ultra-Geek isn't really something to be aspired to, in my frank opinion. Ultra-Geek does not make you look cool. For instance, this guy I just met... let's call him Chuck... doesn't exactly seem knowledgable about computers, but he does seem to know the lingo. But when I ask him a question to see if he really knows what he's talking about, just for shits, he puts random tech words together that make it seem like he knows what he's talking about, but really he's just grabbing straws.

And then another time, Chuck starts going on about the new 8800GT Ultra, etc. and how many pipelines there are to whichever card he had before, blah blah... even if he did really understand wtf he was talking about, there's no real need to know any of that stuff. I mean, what's the point? I mean sure, I am a geek, I know what that stuff is, but I mean.. spouting that stuff off to a group of random people does not make you look smart and/or cool. It makes you look like a friggin nerd. Which is exactly what you're trying to do on some level. Might not see it that way, but not my problem. :P

I say these things because I was once that way. I used to spout all this technical info off to totally random people to impress them even when I didn't know really what I was saying. There are plenty of people who do the same thing, and really... it doesn't work, people. It's backfiring on you without your knowledge.  

Chuck asked me yesterday for help in programming. He asked me to make him a web-page using CSS. I told him no because I had other stuff to do that was more important. That wasn't a lie, but I would have made up another excuse if that wasn't the case. The Ultra-Geek that he is... is that of a poser. Like I said, I take pride in being a Geek. Rightfully, too. I understand what I talk about, and if I don't understand it, I take the time to learn it and I don't get other people to do it for me. I have no respect for posers. Or people spouting to others that they know stuff when they really don't have much of a clue. That's just like a lawyer who went to school, cheated on the tests, and watched TV shows on law every night and stole lines.

So then why do I care? These same people are getting jobs that they shouldn't be getting. My dad came home one night telling me about this new techie they hired. He had certifications and degrees in Comp Sci, etc.. but turns out he barely knew how to upload files to the net, among other incredibly basic things. It upsets me that I have a hard time getting myself to school, and yet I know a zillion times more than these "certified techies" do.

This isn't about being a Geek. This is about being good at what you do, taking pride in what you do, and your ability to do it well. Poser, Ultra-Geek, slacker... whatever you want to call it. It's not cool. It makes you look... lol, well.. like an idiot. Anyways, this blog got way off track from where I wanted it to go, but oh well.

To Be Continued.

Please hold while we change the channel.

*fiddles with the antenna a bit*

Now is the time to get reacquainted with our surroundings. What is it that we're looking at, exactly? The picture seems to have gotten clearer. The signal is stronger. Ah, ha! We're getting a better idea as to what we are watching. While this may be, we still don't know what the heck they're talking about. The picture is clear, but the sound has been muted.

Allow me to press the pause button.

What you are looking at is a show about a man who constantly doubts his ability to live life correctly, yet surrounded by his peers who knew that if he could focus and put forth a little effort, he could go far.

Unpaused.

So the show is running its course, but hardly a soul is paying attention. The producers forgot to add the audio. Only one body is trying desperately to read lips, though lost in translation.

I'm sure that, in time, the producers will add the audio. This particular show is expected to run for many seasons. So, please. Stay tuned in. I have a feeling things will start to heat up this next season

Stupid Dreams...

Why do dreams have to be such a pain in the ass? I went to bed pretty happy and content last night, and I wake up in the opposite state. Feeling absolutely horrible, and freaking out just a little bit. Nothing i've tried doing has helped. Listened to music, watched a movie, talked with friends, played a game, read, went for a walk, etc, etc... on top of that I got sick to my stomach.. mehhh

Not a good day. At all....

OMG Christmas!

Ahhhh, the holidays...

Yep, this is Christmas time. Eggnog, sugar cookies, Christmas songs, snow, ornamental trees, flashy lights, hot chocolate, cozy fireplace, and all the other cheerful heartwarming stuff.

The year is coming to a close. It's been a year filled with the beginnings of progress for me. I've overcome some boundaries. Not as many as I would have hoped to conquer, but some is better than none. I was thinking of saying that I am more fortunate than others. I take way too much for granted. Apart from twice in my life, I haven't really known any true hardships(besides public school.. no, seriously. it was a fucking nightmare) of other people. So do I have any room to complain much? Prolly not.

But this is Christmas time. I shouldn't be complaining anyways. My sister and nephew are comin soon to be with us. I can't wait to see him again. She says he looks like a marshmallow man. Was 7 pounds at birth. 2 months later... 15 pounds. Told her he needs to give her boobs a break. =X

I am a bit down this year, but I'm sure things will get better. In time, anyways. I still have my friends. And as I have said before, my friends are my happy pills.

Hmm, I used to be able to write elegantly. I apologize if this blog post isn't living up to anyones expectations. I am finding it hard to let my words flow. Like something is missing. Some bolt jammed in the floodgates preventing them to open to their fullest potential. Ahh, there we go. A metaphor. Well, that's something, right?

Anyhoo, back to Christmas. Well, I don't have much more to say. I am looking forward to it. I hope everyone who is reading this has a merry Christmas to the best of their abilities. And since I feel like it, heres a *HUG* for everyone. Spread this happy shit around, people!

Concerning Appearance

I really don't give my own personal appearance much thought. I make sure my hair isn't sticking up, but that's about it. I mean c'mon, I walk into a sushi bar wearing an old lady wig for Pete's proverbial sake. But seriously. I wear my clothes accordingly: Make sure it doesn't make me look like a moron. Check. Is it comfortable? Check. Ok, good to go.

That being said, I generally have no sense of fashion. I usually get my clothes at salvation army, or I get them for free through other means(gifts). *shrug* Now maybe with one of those makeover crews, and some nuclear physicists behind them supervising the project, then they might get somewhere with me. But I'm not holding my breath.

Ehh, this was just a random thought, I guess.

Here's a random quote for no reason:
"We are the music makers, and we are the dreamers of dreams. Wandering by lone sea breakers, and sitting by desolate streams; We are world losers and world forsakers. Yet we are the movers and shakers of the Worlds seams."

Death To Extention Cords!

Right. So I was out doing some yardwork today.. gathering up leaves, mowing, etc and such. I was using an electric leaf blower to gather the leaves in a pile, since I didn't feel like raking the infuriatingly dry pieces of crap.

 Walking back and forth around the yard in an attempt to direct the leaves into a pile near the center of my yard proved a trifle more complicating that I had originally guessed. The wind offered some backfiring to my leaf blowing, but that wasn't the main antagonist here.

It was the damned extension cord! During my traversing back n' forth acrossed the yard, the cord had somehow gotten wrapped around my feet and various bits of lawn furniture. It felled me a few times. I got back on my feet each time, but the damned cord was ever so persistent in keeping me grounded.

I swear it was out to get me. But no matter, I conquered it in the end. I showed it who was boss. Wrapped the fucker up. So it sits in the shed, plotting its next course of action and devious plans to ground me once again. Time will tell, time will tell...

Crossing Barriers

There are barriers in my life that need crossing. My fears, my anxieties, my worries. In truth, these barriers need to be destroyed. I imagine myself standing in the road with hundreds of barriers of varying degress of chaos and pointy things that look like they could kill me if I approached them the wrong way. on the other side of this insanity stands a girl. A girl that I am willing to risk life and heart for just to get to know her better.

"Dude, you're out of your mind. No girl is worth that much trouble." You see all these movies with the guy trying to get to this girl, but he has to go through these outrageous obstacles to get to her. Albeit, the majority of my obstacles are mentality-based, the idea is still the same. Why then, do people like those movies? I doubt they subconsciously find it appealing because they know no guy or girl is worth that amount of trouble. Nah, they find it appealing because it's nice to hear about that stuff. They wish it would happen to them. They wish someone loved them so much that he/she would go to the ends of the earth to get to them. It's a romance.

So why then, is it so weird for someone to actually do that? You do outrageous things for someone.. and they don't recognize any of it. Or maybe they do, but just think you're a little overeager. Just to clarify (ashley), I'm not applying that last bit to myself. But it does happen.

The barriers that I am crossing for Ashley might seem like nothing to someone else, but they are staggering to me. I've never done anything on my own. For real. I have never gone on a trip by myself, let alone planned one on my own. To travel across 6-7 states. To approach a congested terminal. To talk to people that could be abrasive. To do things I've never done before. And to see how much I will really end up liking the person I'm going to see. And to make the trip back. Well actually, theres a whole crapload more to it than that. Like I said. Hundreds of barriers. A lot of them looking potenitally catastrophic.

Wish me luck :)