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Spilling coffee in your favorite keyboard does not make you a geek. Having a favorite keyboard...that makes you a geek.



If you only need to read this once you are a geek:

if
$girlfriend <> 0
then
Dim possibility_of_getting_laid as N

possibility_of_getting_laid = 0 + i

while dating
i=0 + numb_of_dates
end while
end if


You are a geek if you have more than a cursory understanding of what the Internet is, how it works, or that computers actually have other uses.


Your likelihood of being a geek increases with the number of acronyms you know.


You might be a geek if you have more than 5 no...1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8...more than 8 computers.

You could be a geek if you think "it" is an acronym

Lastly you are most definitely a geek if you use or even know what Lynx is...command line Internet browsing...palease

Wander

All my mistakes. Made more than a few. I can't go back. I don't want to and the rest is not applicable. How accurate can they be? I did all those things. Wretched man that I am. Who will rescue me from this body of death?

I wonder as I wander...aimlessly. Where am I going and will I ever get to finish this song. When will all my mistakes lead me to you?

Chasing the Wind

Love is all that exists. All else is vanity, illusion and a chasing after the wind. Can not get those words out of my head. I fear as though I have been chasing after the wind (a poetic expression of an act of futility) most of my adult life.

I believe I was only ever truly happy in the early years of my marriage, some 17 years ago, when we were so involved with the youth group. I know in my heart that endeavor was not vanity or futile.

Sometimes (not often luckily) I think about what I want to do...Do! Do? Ah...I don't want to do anything. I want to be something...someone. I want to be someone who quietly goes about his life and is admired and respected as a good and kind person. Someone to trust...to rely on...to love.

As much as I want this and am very introverted I find my inner self screaming for attention. Notice me! Love me! Break bread with me and share with me. Love is all there is and it is all I want. To seek it is chasing after the wind.

The kids of my youth group of the past are all grown. Many are married, some have children, one is even a widow. Life continues to dump upon us while we chase the wind building our illusions. Sometimes when the illusions fail life is so damn raw and real that we can't sleep...can hardly breath.

So many times the bible talks about washing, cleansing. Wash me though and through of my wickedness. Lift the illusions and bring it on...life raw