One thing that amuses me about me is … well … actually, lots of things amuse me about me. So let’s just deal with the GI of the day. GI here would be Giggle-inducer. What. It’s Friday. And it’s really really hot.
Anyway, back to the GI of the day. What has me SOL-ing is the things that inspire posts for me. I just read a random rant about IT somewhere, the kind that I usually do, and it made me re-realise something. No, that’s not a typo.
Disclaimer: I might be a little high on solar. I’m just saying.
Anyway. I was saying. I have recently confirmed my [insisted] belief that undomesticity is an INFJ thing. I also consistently say that apart from, you know, the extra x, cuteness is my only feminine attribute.
Now for a lot of people, cuteness is a good thing. I mean who can resist a little girl, right? And if the little girl is a full grown woman, then that’s even better. Coz … you know … that one.
Trouble is I like geeks. And geeks, for the most part, do not hazard little girls. It’s one thing to put on my little girl voice [well, actually, as Archer can tell you, my little girl voice is kind of intrinsic, I can’t really put it off!] Anyway, I can easily bat my non-existent eyelashes and purr squeak at some guy and get him to open a jar for me. Not that it works – apparently having dreads and climbing roofs to fix your own aerial kind of disqualifies you from damselship. Apparently.
My point is, while the little girl that I am can sometimes get guys to, you know, do my homework, drive me places or jpeg my PDF files, it is virtually useless when it comes to geeks.
Case in point. I am staring helplessly at my computer trying to get it to do something, anything really. But it just sits there blinking at me. I call resident twigget for help, but since he knows that I am not, you know, helpless, he doesn’t jump to my rescue.
When he finally does get here, rather than being a darling and fixing my mess for me like any standard boy-type hero would do, he stands about two feet away and gives me instructions. That’s right. Instructions. He tells me what to do.
Now that would be fine if I needed to, say, reassemble a jig-saw puzzle. But when he says stuff like:
Check the drivers.
Yes, and you need to look into the cache.
Is it emptied? You may have some cookies overloading your network.
Your machine is sending out packets but it’s not receiving any. Something must be clogging your bandwidth.
Is there an echo in here?
Good lord!! Of course each echo is greeted by a dramatic rolling of the eyes and an even more dramatic sigh.
It’s at that point that I decided it’s not enough to just love geeks, I need to go geek. I need to promote my fetish from a mere compulsive proximity to geeks and actually become one.
I am now an official Geek-Girl-Wanna-Be.
Besides, geeks are hot, geek girls are hotter. Just look at Leslie Winkle.