In the Star Trek universe, as my friend Adam pointed out (12 years after the fact), the Borg identify themselves in two different ways.
Hugh, before he becomes an Individual, identifies himself as Third of Five. Then, some years later, Voyager adopts Seven of Nine.
We assume Microsoft must have done a software upgrade for the Borg in the intervening time, which would explain the arbitrary, meaningless change.
Yes, this is week three. I’m starting to think you guys don’t really care to answer these questions, but we’ll see! (Answers to last week’s thingy here.) This week’s list looks like this:
1. What’s the name of the guy who invented Facebook? Mark Zuckerberg (Cameron)
2. On what Pixies album will you find the song “Where is my mind?” Surfer Rosa (Kaeti)
3. According to Brad Neely, what are the three different heights of George Washington? 6′10, 6′20, 12 stories tall (made of radiation) (Cameron)
4. How many miles between here and Boston? (within, say, 50) 1402 (according to the Atlas I used when I drove back and forth) Given answer: 1390 (Cameron)
5. Two major figures in the Star Trek world have died in the past month. Who were they, and what were their respective connections to Star Trek? (Partial credit for partial answers) RRicardo Montalbán (KHAAAN) (Cameron)
6. A pirate walks into a bar with a steeringwheel sticking out of his pants. The bartender says, “You know, you have a steeringwheel sticking out of your pants.” What does the pirate say? “Yarrr! It’s drivin’ me nuts!” (Le)
My sister: Kyah [our mom's dog] poops whenever she’s mad! She’s such a… *pause* … well, I don’t want to say, because feelings will be hurt.
My mom: You don’t want to say “bitch”? Because she is. She’s a total bitch sometimes.
My sister: No! I don’t want to say… (whisper) “bad dog.” Kyah might feel bad right now, and I don’t want her to.
Me: You could just say she’s a canis horribilis.
Two things:
First and foremost, RIP Majel Barrett. I’m not going to go on and on, so I will just paraphrase a classic Star Trek quote in memoriam:
Goodbye, computer.
Additionally, watch this:
Just recently I became a fan of Dungeons and Dragons on the social networking website Face Book Dot Com. News of this on my “wall” prompted my friend JERKASS ENEMY to proclaim “NEEEEERRRRDDD.”
Well, yes, that’s fine. Except that during my last (and longest) d20 campaign, he was the DM
I am, by the contemporary definition, a TOTAL FUCKING NERD. Wikipedia defines “nerd” as:
… a term often bearing a derogatory connotation or stereotype, that refers to a person who passionately pursues intellectual activities, esoteric knowledge, or other obscure interests that are age inappropriate rather than engaging in more social or popular activities. Therefore, a nerd is often excluded from physical activity and considered a loner by peers, or will tend to associate with like-minded people.
This is pretty accurate. I have a degree in political science (intellectual activities), I have often boasted about my knowledge of Simpson’s trivia (esoteric knowledge), and I have a vast mp3 collection of TV theme songs and commercial jingles (other obscure interests). But I am unsatisfied with this. Just because I like politics, a very popular television show, and I went on two downloading sprees in 10th grade, does that make me a nerd?
I fit into a few other nerd categories: Star Trek fan (two conventions plus autographs; I also own—very proudly—all of TNG on DVD), Star Wars fan (made a point to watch the second Robot Chicken Star Wars special, and that’s about it), Fire Fly fan, (new) Battlestar Galactica fan, Dr. Horrible fan, D&D veteran and aspirant (I’ve even played WoW a few months at a time), I like to read and I went to the Perpich Center for Arts Education to study writing in high school—which I think makes me a lit nerd, I’m making an effort to start reading more comic books and graphic novels, I work for a nonprofit which makes me a policy nerd, I read a lot of news which makes me a news junkie (a form of nerd), I blog and use Twitter which makes me a very low-degree tech nerd, plus I love I love the Discovery and History channels. I love Weird Al and They Might Be Giants. Not to mention my undying devotion to and analysis of comedy. I am a HUGE comedy nerd. (Two words: Mel Brooks.)
Hell, I quote Wikipedia in blog posts.
So, by all accounts I’m a nerd, right? A total fucking filthy nerd. Oh right, add to the list that I don’t really work out, so I’m not super physical (at the moment).
But here’s the problem: I’m a total dude. I’m really witty and pretty charming. I love baseball. I socialize with friends really often. I socialize with really fucking cool friends who are really smart and are in bands and are poets and are very attractive and are also very witty and charming. I am very much not a loner. I used to be a loner—a little bit—but I haven’t even felt as socially awkward as I have most of my life recently. I go to parties and I talk to people I don’t know! I get (very attractive) girls’ phone numbers sometimes!
So, either I break the mold or there’s a problem with the definition. I say there’s a problem with the definition.
The Wikipedia definition, I think, tries to pile too much onto the label of “nerd.” I think I can agree with everything having to do with the love of the intellectual pursuit and reveling in obscure knowledge. Hell, what nerd doesn’t love playing trivia games? The problem, I think, is with the “loner” aspect. Just because you’re a nerd doesn’t mean you’re not a total badass who people love hanging out with. You could even be a great lover! You could be really good at having sex and also be a total goddamn nerd. It’s true. I’ve seen it happen. The problem with the Wikipedia definition is that it lumps these totally badass nerds (me, my friends) in with the goddamn loser-nerds (unfit to be called nerds, I’d say).
So, here’s the solution: people like me—people who are really excited for the new Star Trek movie because it looks totally badass, not just because it’s Star Trek (although that really helps. I did go through the latest trailer frame by frame with a friend of mine to see if we could figure anything out about the plot—and we did!)—let’s start calling them nerds straight up, and let’s call these goddamn loner-nerds something else. I don’t know. How about, um, “losers” or “loners” or one of the many other words that already exists to describe people who do not interact well with society at large, despite their “obscure interests.”
