Closet Geek
I think I'm a closet geek.
I found myself at a Grainger industrial wholesale office not too long ago,
and saw a box full of nice logo-emblazoned pocket
protectors marked "Please Take One." I played around with them, and almost took
one.
Although not the owner of a slide-rule, I still have the HP Scientific
calculator I had in college.
Buttons that cause machines to do things. Buttons that light up. Dials.
Knobs. All of these things beckon to me.
I know the definition of the word "oscilloscope."
Thousand-page "Comprehensive Guide to Microsoft Excel" = bedside reading.
Can endure sitting in front of CRT or LCD for hours upon end (and it
ain't TV).
Love to take stuff apart.
Named pet "Aibo."
Purchase graph paper instead of note paper for scribbling. (This would be
more telling if I bought the logarithmic type of paper.)
Trump: rich, dashing, worldly, married a "babe" and had a babe, has own TV show.
Gates: rich, married a babe, is a geek. Gates wins hands down.