Thursday, September 16, 2004

Taking geekiness to dangerous extremes

  • I'm a goober. I'll admit it. I'm not ashamed. I like the Minnesota State Fair, I like the Renaissance Festival, I like speaking Welsh, I'm looking forward to cooler weather so I can go apple-picking, I'm not above being stirred by the marches of John Phillip Sousa.
    But this latest foray into the dark soul of geekiness may be too much: Scottish country dancing.
    This is my wife's idea. My ideas for what to do with our free time are rarely accepted. Of course, my ideas usually consist of little more than going to a bar.

  • I suppose things could be worse.

  • And in related geek news, I think the most surprising aspect of this story is the fact that there is such a thing as a Klingon ambassador.

  • Since I have family in the American South, this story doesn't really surprise me. What surprises me is that the girl pictured is 17 years old. I would have guessed her to be about 32.

  • I still have this to give away, as well as six Gmail invites. Drop me a line if you are interested. Also, I am still in need of a poppy.
  • 3 comments:

    Cheekysquirrel said...

    I'll take one of those invites please. I think you know my email by now :)

    Jenny said...

    FIRSTLY:

    RIGHT when the poppy men appear I am writing your name on a pound coin and buying you one. I will then send it direct to you via Her Majesty's Royal Mail.

    If it arrives in one piece AND without the pin being removed by international security services you MUST send me the Grand Forks ticket which will be displayed in my classroom forever. Yes?

    GOT THAT, GRAND FORKSIANS? Mine! All mine! Muahahahahahaha.

    SECONDLY:

    Scottish Country Dancing is the most fun you can have with your clothes on. If you are in any doubt, watch the first half hour of Shallow Grave.

    To be fair, though, I don't think SCD usually leads to homicidal mania.

    Chris Cope said...

    I'm sorry, Jenny. I had forgotten that I had already promised the free beer card to you. It is yours and hereby no longer available to non-Jenny types.