I'll say, Joseph, you big fake, you get out.
You big tourist.

So, Joe, get out. Get out. Get out.

dear two people that read this web site, there is an excellent post there about being a geek. read it. be it. but only if your heart is true. [ed.- eeh, looks like i linked to this last year! oh well, if you haven't read it before, it's new to you, right? so, go... :) ]

yeah, let's talk about joe some more. i'd thought he was a geek; that was what attracted me to him in the first place. don't you think it's geek-flirting if a caltech (drool) student asks you, apropos of nothing, whether you remember any os/2 keyboard shortcuts? i mean, whyyyyyyy! you know, as he casually leans across an os/2 terminal, of course. among any same-sex geeks this would be a mere pissing match, but between a male and female, it's the classic love-hate dance. trevor and aeon... max and miriya! and then we had quite the nice discussion about him growing up on the mac classic and how i couldn't wait to get panther for my ibook because it comes with rootless x11 (again, drool), and dump photoshop for gimp! i think this is the true core of my anguish. joe stomped on my beautiful little dream... the dream of the epic love, of the two great minds that could easily destroy each other, but instead join together because of their love for the ideal. fuck! my sister says that i'm obsessing over him as if we'd dated, and we hadn't even, but don't you see? we've already done even more than that.