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The strange and confusing blogosphere…

And I hate myself for using the word “blogosphere.” I feel unclean, like I need a neti pot for the mind.

Anyway, last time I wrote a little thing about nerds. It was short and not altogether interesting. An expert could call it “filler.” Do I love that little text conversation I had with my friend “Mabel”? Sure. And the world should know that there are still REO Speedwagon fans out there. But I thought the post would go largely unnoticed.

And yet, that it has gotten the most hits that any single post of mine has gotten (which is still…not very many at all). Apparently it comes up sometimes when people search for “nerdy girl” or “hot nerdy girl.”

Frankly, I’m embarrassed y’all (I’m not from the South, but I like to throw a “y’all” in now and again). Someone’s trying to fill their wank bank with pictures of hot nerdy girls and all they get is me pontificating on midichlorians and extolling the virtues of REO Speedwagon. I bet they left my site all angry and their lust unsatisfied. SORRY!

Also, I think I’ve used the term “hot nerdy girl” enough in this entry to warrant more pageviews. But I want to test this out: Hot nerdy girl. Hot nerdy girl. Hot nerdy girl! HOT NERDY GIRL! Woah, what’s that? Why, it’s a hot nerdy girl! Surely, it’s not a hot nerdy girl? My name isn’t Shirley, but YES, it’s a hot nerdy girl!

Let the experiment begin!

(Yo, dudes (and ladies), now that you’re here. Feel free to stick around. Or don’t. Whatevs.)


Talk nerdy to me?

You know how when people talk about nerdy girls, the pop-culture image that may spring to mind is some hot chick with thick glasses wearing a shirt that says “Talk Nerdy To Me?” Yeah, no.

Please.

I’m not saying I’m the nerdiest chick out there (I only had two 80s in pre-Cataclysm WoW, after all). But nerdiness is a state of being that’s impossible to shake. It warps your core and makes you less palatable to the normal adult population, so you try to hide it. But even though you may have a big-adult job and wear clothes that aren’t hoodies and wear make-up and read the news and watch art-house movies, you can still have text conversations with your friends that go like this:

(Like last time, this chick’s name isn’t Mabel I just like to start a story out with the line, “So I says to Mabel, I says…”)

Mabel: Why do male nerds wear ponytails? Is it because of the Jedi?
Me: Ponytails are a hotbed for midichlorians.
Mabel: Lol. Isn’t that what’s responsible for the “dark side”?
Me: No! It’s the Force. Duh.
Mabel: Sorry…after seeing the prequels, I drank enough until everything created by Lucas was erased.
Me: Meesa getting drunk!
Mabel: I feel hungover right now.
Me: Talking to me will do that.
Mabel: Guess what artist I am listening to
Me: …BSB?
Mabel: No
Me: Well?
Mabel: REO
Me: FUCK YES!

(Also, I should note that I think Mabel and I are the only members of REO Speedwagon’s current fanbase. REPRESENT!)

Nerd out.