After much profound searching of cupboard and soul, I've come to the conclusion that I might be one. Of course I might also be a nerd. The dispute continues in international semantic forums once they come to a decision regarding who is a geek and who's a nerd I'll add an addendum to this post clarifying that controversy. But as of now for argument's sake let's assume that I'm a geek.
A spate of cupboard delving happened a couple of days ago. It happens once in every ten or so years like the Kumbh Mela or Swift-Tuttle or Halley's on steroids/nitro-boosters. And like the Kumbh it's a time of rediscovery and often just Discovery. But isn't the Kumbh about separation at birth? Nevermind.
So I pulled my spelunking gear out took two courses of prophylactic antifungals and antibiotics, some four immunisations against newer drug resistant mutations of anthrax and did a Radio City - dove in.
Found the following that led me to confirm my diagnosis of geekness.
- Learn Elvish (after JRR Tolkein) in 30 days, with margin notes in the first ten pages, in pencil. In my handwriting. I don't remember much Quenya except for elen sila lumenen, omen tielvo, which is "a star shines brightly on our meeting". But evidence would state that I tried learning it. Also I feel strongly when in the Preface (yeah who reads those) of the single-book paperback edition of Lord of the Rings, Tolkien shows distress and displeasure at the errata in the edition. And joy that people around the world write letters to him in Quenya. Or Sindarin.
On an aside, someone telephoned the man up and he answered, "Hello, this is JRR talking..."
- DOS Manuals. From the time when graphics was high end, monitors were green phosphor, screensavers were a necessity (lest A:\> got permanently burned onto the top left corner of the monitor. That was also the time when Harddisks were an extravagance, Windows ran on dos, chatting meant smileys like :-) :-( >:- and :-[ (my personal favourite - stands for dracula), and downloading porn was a nightmare involving tabbing across pages of text to find something like [IMAGE] downloading it with all expectation only to find it was an advertisement for cheese.
On an aside, it's like taking pictures with a regular camera (with film) and then waiting for the film to develop and print. The anticipation of the picture and the realisation that it looks nothing like what you wanted in the first place. Also downloading on dialup those days took almost as long as getting a negative developed.
A spate of cupboard delving happened a couple of days ago. It happens once in every ten or so years like the Kumbh Mela or Swift-Tuttle or Halley's on steroids/nitro-boosters. And like the Kumbh it's a time of rediscovery and often just Discovery. But isn't the Kumbh about separation at birth? Nevermind.
So I pulled my spelunking gear out took two courses of prophylactic antifungals and antibiotics, some four immunisations against newer drug resistant mutations of anthrax and did a Radio City - dove in.
Found the following that led me to confirm my diagnosis of geekness.
- Learn Elvish (after JRR Tolkein) in 30 days, with margin notes in the first ten pages, in pencil. In my handwriting. I don't remember much Quenya except for elen sila lumenen, omen tielvo, which is "a star shines brightly on our meeting". But evidence would state that I tried learning it. Also I feel strongly when in the Preface (yeah who reads those) of the single-book paperback edition of Lord of the Rings, Tolkien shows distress and displeasure at the errata in the edition. And joy that people around the world write letters to him in Quenya. Or Sindarin.
On an aside, someone telephoned the man up and he answered, "Hello, this is JRR talking..."
- DOS Manuals. From the time when graphics was high end, monitors were green phosphor, screensavers were a necessity (lest A:\> got permanently burned onto the top left corner of the monitor. That was also the time when Harddisks were an extravagance, Windows ran on dos, chatting meant smileys like :-) :-( >:- and :-[ (my personal favourite - stands for dracula), and downloading porn was a nightmare involving tabbing across pages of text to find something like [IMAGE] downloading it with all expectation only to find it was an advertisement for cheese.
On an aside, it's like taking pictures with a regular camera (with film) and then waiting for the film to develop and print. The anticipation of the picture and the realisation that it looks nothing like what you wanted in the first place. Also downloading on dialup those days took almost as long as getting a negative developed.
Back to the good old days story. Mice ate cheese and could be trapped with pieces of coconut or vada. Which reminds me there's a blighter running about the house need to set that trap.
- Some secondhand hard cover edition of Silmarillion.
Watched House and found errors. Streptomycin tablets.
Watched ER and found errors. Zavanelli's manouvre for Shoulder Dystocia, who does nonsense like that anymore. I mean Zavanelli, not watching ER.
And a desperate need to read the History of Middle Earth.
An understanding and appreciation of statements like "May the 4th be with you" and joy at seeing a list of the top 10 puns. And here and here.
A raised eyebrow at Platypus' album names - Ice Cycles and When Pus comes to Shove.
A part of my brain says I need to get a life the rest is trying to smother it.
Nai Valaraukar tye-mátar. Hannon le.
(may balrogs eat you. thank you)
