So, who's the bigger nerd, Me or Him?

:Is fat (big boned as he says),

This is standard. It means little.

:wears braces (I had them in middle school, he has them in high school),

He was probably forced to do this, as an orthodox nerd I never had them.

prefers to be inside,

Most nerds are sociopaths, but the line must be drawn somewhere.

doesn't like sports that much (he sucks, so do I),

I enjoy calling sports fanatics "savages". Go figure.

:and is a bookworm.

Whoever doesn't enjoy reading must die... er... stuff.

So far, nothing too condemning...

I say he's the bigger nerd because he plays D&D, spent $50 on minatures for Warhammer 40k

Okay, scratch that, this is unforgivable.

However, nerd royalty is among us, so I'd leave the matter in his hands.

Call me nerdy, I really hope this happens.

Well, that was very unoriginal.

THEY MADE HIM SNAP

Couldn't agree more

THAT'S LILITH.

On a related note, I discourage discrimination.

SMeyer's work is nowhere near the level of true, respectable literature.
It creates assassins.
And science objects.

It's a pretty simple equation.

"Ok, Twihards, we all know you've already bought your tickets to New Moon, so you don't care about what the critics have to say. However, for the uninitiated, the scribes offer few saving graces to this second installment of the teenage vampire chronicle. Kristen Stewart is back as Bella Swan, but this time she's on the outs with blood-sucking Edward Cullen (Robert Pattinson). She falls into the arms of Jacob Black (Taylor Lautner), who, needless to say, has some secrets of his own. The pundits say that diehards will swoon, but everyone else will be mystified, since New Moon is turgidly paced, unevenly acted, often unintentionally hilarious."

There. Now you may attempt to speak again.

Go. Now.

You see those birds that shit on your car?
They were dinosaurs once.

Just watch it on iPlayer. It's streamed live, and then is available to watch at any time after that for a week.

Guess what: I don't live in the UK.

The. Waters. Of. Mars. Comes. Out. Tomorrow.

And frigging BBC Entertainment doesn't give a damn about it.
I've no chance of accessing the regular BBC channels where I live.
My only hope is if someone streams it or something, I guess...
My local BBC's subconsciousness is having them broadcast all of series 2 this sunday...
But as far as I know, they've no intention of showing the one all are anticipating!
Wha!?

Have luck, youse northerners. I here have no worries lest it's Tuesday the 13th.

Don't get married, or embarked, or even set foot outside your home. It's that bad.

In the last year of middle school, I was apathetically told to write the phrase "I shall not forget my material" 5000 times. I kinda subverted it by shaping the phrase into a number of particular haikus.

No addiction, just stimulation for preventing the rust of his deduction skills!

...yeah, that's the ticket.

This has made me set to meself the goal of reading the entire sherlock holmes canon before the end of the year.

That was an interesting summary. The original had a bit more appeal to it, though.

Usually 3 AM. Always have about an hour of free time after waking up.

Afternoon shift.

Totally not stolen from urban dictionary.

OMG they're like mudkips! I want one!

Heh. These axolotls- or ajolotes, as we call them here -are rapidly nearing extinction. In their native Xochimilco, no less.

Good luck on your pet inquiries.

Personally, nothing. Not even alcohol. But I'm surrounded by people that consume alcohol, tobacco and weed constantly.

And isn't dramamine an anti-dizziness med?

A smoker once told me, "Hey, wanna bit of advice? Never smoke." He proceeded to smoke for the rest of the day.

I'm living in Mexico and complaining about just how idiotic Santa Anna is.

...no, really.

I stole the bus's license plates once. They tried to sue me unsuccessfully.

Being an ineffectual loner, having the weirdest people I've met in my life as friends, trying to shrug it off as I attempt to get a novel written.

Eh...

Stalkeriffic.

At 8/1/09 07:37 PM, kikomannnn wrote: No and I don't want to.

this guy creeps me out

You're not alone.

Whenever you feel like it, really. Halloween seems like a hell of an opportunity to stalk undetected.

"Everything sounds so much more interesting when it's quoted"
-- Doesn't it?

Addition in the currente conditions the corresponsive has obtained instantaneous pixelated representations relative to the subject's purported ubication of dwelling.

I almost feel like I've done something wrong.

At 10/15/09 12:15 AM, CryogenChaos wrote: Ah yes, the majestic grace of the stalker. It takes quite a steady nerve to shadow that which you care for and not be detected at all. The casual stride, the near-flawless expression of emotionlessness, only another professional stalker would be able to tell what you were up to.

Also, happy birthday, from the Borg... on crack.

Tell me, my friend, did she notice you at all? Anything at all, even a passing glance, perhaps? You must share! One does not simply execute a perfect tailing and decline to answer questions! I must know how you did!

Alas, fellah. This stoyre commences at a park... halfway between high school and the subway, which I found out she uses a couple weeks back. Ahum. After about a veintet of expecting the stalked one, the azure dot succession was boarded.

And I sat down in front of her. Of course, she'd seen me there once before, so she really didn't think it was weird. I just sat there, reading "the lost world" by michael crichton, while she could clearly see me. I almost wonder if it would've been a good idea to take off my obligatory black stalker´s longcoat before getting on the train. And the parts I read were pretty interesting, too... Dodgson facing the rexes... maybe I should've waited until another time to-

HUURRMM!!! Anyways, succeeding an approximation of a veintine pause havens, I was capable of identifying her point of leave-taking. Sadly, she cunningly escaped my sight at first, using an abnormally accelerated pace, leaving me wondering why the hell it takes her so long to reach the subway in the first place. But fear not, for in an equally clueless yet audacity-packed manner, I strolled out of the station and casually looked around, not seeing her anywhere among the crowd.

What did I do right? I chose to follow a path, a path determined by all means of fate, a way only destiny could have led me to follow. I went to the right and just randomly caught eye of her in the distance. From that point, the dark streets began. Oh, poetic darkness. Purity. Lack of complication. And a big help for stalkers. It was on this occasion in which her pace diminished, difficulting staying out of sight but the slightest bit. However, I was not going to give up at that point; for dark streets always indicate that the stalked one's home lies nearby. By sticking to the shadows, keeping a low profile and avoiding the dried leaves scattered all over... I now know where she lives.

What the hell am I going to do no-
C'mon, Richard Levine. Don't be such an asshole. Listen to doctor Malcolm for once!