It is entirely justifiable for me to buy another PS2 specifically to get it chipped so that I can play Grandia III
I really, really hate scanning. I mean it's fine when I have something I want to photoshop but not as the entirety of my job.
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In my defense I am a geneticist with a very good memory and a thing for comic books and video games although I probably should only be in the 70s... right?
Taking online quizzes probably isn't a very good use of my time.
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You...you beat my nerd score.
Tattoo. Glasses. Comics. Chipped PS2. Nerd Score.
Marry me. Now. I beg of you. Let us make beautiful mixed babies with brains the size of Kansas that will build massive contraptions inside dormant volcanoes and hold the world for ransom.
I was just gonna say... you should take this down before Vermillion finds out and starts e-stalking you... but I fear I am too late.
Welcome to Hell, Alex. Welcome to Hell.
TK is just jealous I don't pay him as much attention. Ignore his ramblings.
Aw wow, Vermillion I haven't had an e-proposal since 2002. I'm flattered. Although it is interesting that the qualities you list are generally the ones I have to play down in the real world, real live geeks don't like me. I scare them :(
Thanks for the warning TK I had no idea what kind of flood gates I'd be opening... Is there cold beer in this hell I've entered?
That's cool, I like a woman who scares me a little.
Just don't say you have an accent, or I might have to jump for joy. And nobody wants that.
Right, absolutely no mention of the fact that I'm a Brit who grew up in the home counties. Gotcha.
See, I was going to ignore that (because of course I read your profile) and be happily ignorant, even delude myself into thinking you were a transplant, but now I see that you want me to obsess like this. I dare say that you want me to want you.
I will be sure to point my angry neighbors towards your site when they bang on my door and force me to stop singing "Is This Love That I'm Feeling" at the top of my lungs.
And no, I do not have a tab in Firefox open to your blog permanently in order to catch any response you give me. Not at all.
Oh, Alex... Look what you have wrought. It's a sickness, it is. A sickness in the brain that has no cure. And now you will have to spend the rest of your days avoiding his pleading IM's, emails, comments, and the chicken hearts you get in the mail.
Love is truly a battlefield.
Dammit, TK! I am trying to woo here! And you are blocking the woo! Stop the woo-blocking, man!
Do not hide thy geekiness. Let it shine!
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