Cultural identity
Fancy that. The world’s ten geekiest hobbies have been established, and I don’t have any of them! Not one. Dang. This is most disturbing. If I’m not geeky, I’ll have to go find a whole new cultural identity to mindlessly adhere to. I don’t have time for that.
Nono, ’sokay, my cultural identity is intact, because these guys missed a few:
- Blogging about a cultural identity to substitute for geekiness … on a Saturday night at 5 am. Grievously sober.
- Patching libgphoto2 to fix a problem with downloading large movies from a digital camera … slightly earlier on the same Saturday night.
- Submitting the patch (a very trivial one) to the gphoto2 project. And doing it right now instead of tomorrow (despite being very sleepy), for the sole purpose of being able to include that item of geekiness in this list.
- Spending the previous four days being immersed in the entrails of a database server by a personage known as The SQL Goddess.
- Finding pleasure in using obscure words instead of normal ones, e.g. “entrails” instead of “guts,” and “personage” instead of “übergeek.”
- Noticing how frustratingly close “entrails” is to being an anagram of “internals.” Dagnabbit!