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Oct. 27th, 2003
There's one at every job ...
Oct. 27th, 2003 09:16 pmI've got a Work Geek! This is so great! I was starting to go through bitchy withdrawal. */heavy sarcasm*
A Work Geek, by definition, is that one person at work who fulfills the three following requirements --
1. Thinks he's got a great sense of humor when he, in fact, does not.
2. Finds out your most knowledgeable subject of interest and decides that he knows infinitely more than you do, and ...
3. Pisses you off to the point where throwing pointy objects at their head is a viable option in any argument.
Today, Work Geek decided to engage me in a game of Much Better at This Than You Are, which is inevitably preceded by a round of Making Himself Look Like a Jackass that he can never quite get past. (Dude, one of these days, I'll get a job with a Work Geek who will quickly realize that my wit goes from 0 to 60 in milliseconds and slices, dices, and Juliennes fries. Don't make me snarky. You wouldn't like me when I'm snarky.)
Today's game? Ahem. Apparently, according to him, the character names Harvey Putterman and Bernie Lomax are rife throughout the land of film.
*wrong buzzer noise*
Eh, no. Bernie Lomax was the dead guy in "Weekend at Bernie's", and I don't know where the hell he dug up Harvey Putterman. (I was so irritated, I even wasted time double-checking IMDb just now.)
He kept yammering like he wanted me to argue him on the matter, but he shut up for a while after I snarked back, "Are you really that proud you think you know this kind of crap?"
Of course, later on, he went back to making supposedly obscure pop culture references in casual conversation in a sorry attempt to get me to recognize them. You know, I wish I could say I was being self-centered on that one, but you haven't seen the way he reacts when I recognize them. I half-expect to get a cookie and a pat on the head for my "effort."
And to give you some example of the charming exchanges the two of us get into ...
WG: (And remember, this is in casual conversation, mind you.) Thundercats are Go!
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trollprincess: No, Thunderbirds are Go.
WG: Well, then, what are Thundercats?
trollprincess: Cats! That walk and talk and travel to distant galaxies.
*aggravated sigh*
After a day like today, cheesecake is my friend. Then again, cheesecake could be my friend on a day when it skinned my cat, murdered my parents, and ran over my brother with a steamroller, but whatever.
A Work Geek, by definition, is that one person at work who fulfills the three following requirements --
1. Thinks he's got a great sense of humor when he, in fact, does not.
2. Finds out your most knowledgeable subject of interest and decides that he knows infinitely more than you do, and ...
3. Pisses you off to the point where throwing pointy objects at their head is a viable option in any argument.
Today, Work Geek decided to engage me in a game of Much Better at This Than You Are, which is inevitably preceded by a round of Making Himself Look Like a Jackass that he can never quite get past. (Dude, one of these days, I'll get a job with a Work Geek who will quickly realize that my wit goes from 0 to 60 in milliseconds and slices, dices, and Juliennes fries. Don't make me snarky. You wouldn't like me when I'm snarky.)
Today's game? Ahem. Apparently, according to him, the character names Harvey Putterman and Bernie Lomax are rife throughout the land of film.
*wrong buzzer noise*
Eh, no. Bernie Lomax was the dead guy in "Weekend at Bernie's", and I don't know where the hell he dug up Harvey Putterman. (I was so irritated, I even wasted time double-checking IMDb just now.)
He kept yammering like he wanted me to argue him on the matter, but he shut up for a while after I snarked back, "Are you really that proud you think you know this kind of crap?"
Of course, later on, he went back to making supposedly obscure pop culture references in casual conversation in a sorry attempt to get me to recognize them. You know, I wish I could say I was being self-centered on that one, but you haven't seen the way he reacts when I recognize them. I half-expect to get a cookie and a pat on the head for my "effort."
And to give you some example of the charming exchanges the two of us get into ...
WG: (And remember, this is in casual conversation, mind you.) Thundercats are Go!
trollprincess: No, Thunderbirds are Go.WG: Well, then, what are Thundercats?
trollprincess: Cats! That walk and talk and travel to distant galaxies.*aggravated sigh*
After a day like today, cheesecake is my friend. Then again, cheesecake could be my friend on a day when it skinned my cat, murdered my parents, and ran over my brother with a steamroller, but whatever.
Note to Kazaa users ...
Oct. 27th, 2003 10:42 pmPat Benatar sang the theme song for that movie where Supergirl hacked off all her hair and made out with Rodney Dangerfield's kid. She also made a video for "Love is a Battlefield" where she dressed in rags and was absolutely not a prostitute. She was a dance hall girl. Get it straight.
Joan Jett sang "I Love Rock And Roll" and "I Hate Myself For Loving You". Oh, and she once played a character who made out with Richie Ryan on "Highlander," and if I had to live a few hours in her body, those few hours of filming would be on the top of my list.
Non-whore rag girl. Sucked face withh Stan Kirsch. Huuuuuuge difference.
...
On second thought, I just remembered most of Richie's girlfriends. I can suddenly see where you'd be confused.
Joan Jett sang "I Love Rock And Roll" and "I Hate Myself For Loving You". Oh, and she once played a character who made out with Richie Ryan on "Highlander," and if I had to live a few hours in her body, those few hours of filming would be on the top of my list.
Non-whore rag girl. Sucked face withh Stan Kirsch. Huuuuuuge difference.
...
On second thought, I just remembered most of Richie's girlfriends. I can suddenly see where you'd be confused.