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The Nerd Handbook.

As I was reading through it, I was disturbed by the number of times I recognised people I know (or myself) in these descriptions.

Well written, and worth the read.

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missedangel
Nov. 13th, 2007 03:28 am (UTC)
Heh, now there is no need to get surly...I'm just playing.

Oh and it's worth lots that I happen to be very happily not in a relationship anyway.
You should hear the stories they tell about me!
paradigmshifty
Nov. 13th, 2007 03:35 am (UTC)
I've been hearing variants on that statement for over 25 years now - it gets old. The fake rape allegation is the worst one and it's followed me no matter what I or the person I was supposed to have raped says or does.

Brisvegas shits me, which is why I'm not there anymore.
missedangel
Nov. 13th, 2007 03:44 am (UTC)
Oh now that's one I hadn't heard. I'm sorry if I've managed to offend you, but seriously I didn't know any of those nasty rumours.

I've heard lots of tails of you and Dancer and others playing water pistol games and geek and role play stuff in Griffith days. From when I lived with Fyd and Jo.

I've never met you and was surprised when I realised your ex was the same girl who I'd been dumped for almost 15 years ago.

paradigmshifty
Nov. 13th, 2007 03:58 am (UTC)
Might I suggest that you think about how long ago those stories happened? Isn't it vaguely possible that you're judging me on things that happened over a quarter of a century ago, and that I may not be the same person now that I was then? Are you the same person you were then? Is anybody you know?

Why then am I repeatedly judged by what I was supposedly like when I was in my late teens? FFS, I'm in my forties now.

missedangel
Nov. 13th, 2007 04:03 am (UTC)
Yup, I was...you are only in my 'not relevant basket' because of our relative ages deduced by the vintage of the stories.

I was almost 7 around that time.

Edited at 2007-11-13 04:13 am (UTC)
notagod
Nov. 13th, 2007 09:12 am (UTC)
And if you still have issues that you react extremely to vague passing references that have no relevance in the slightest, think about what that says about you and the passage of time. Chill, no one knows what the hell you are on about.
paradigmshifty
Nov. 13th, 2007 02:30 pm (UTC)
No, you don't know what the hell I'm on about. Drawing conclusions from the specific to the general requires a much larger sample size.

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