It seems TheWeeOne has her thumb on the pulse of reality far in excess of anything I could have imagined. Ignore the existentialist exercises or epistemological quandries with which we sometimes entertain our adult minds – I’m talkin’ 5 year old realism here.
Last night, the question was posed:
What is a nerd?
I broke out the descriptors, floundered a bit on the background, made a strong attempt at the social stigma aspect. Nothing. Just a blank stare.
So I turned to every fact-nerds savior – Google and my iPhone.
This is a nerd.
Me See! Me See!
Hmm, that doesn’t look like a nerd. That looks like a parent!
As if I’d been burned by it, my portable-handheld-computing-device flew deep back into my pocket while I continued searching for costume pieces for Nerd Day at LaGrande’s school.
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blief 
All you needed to do is show her a picture of people you’ve worked with over the last few years, including me.
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Glad you didn’t pull out any pictures of relatives!! Maybe a college engineering department or Microsoft photo. Do tell her nerds now rule the world!!
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Shawn, you’re the least nerdy nerd I’ve ever met. Show her a picture of Ron.
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Hello everyone knows it’s a sugar candy in a box! Sweet and tiny and horrible!
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Lief: You inserted the wrong picture; that is a picture of an Engineer.
You can tell by the fact that he has a pocket protector, a hand calculator (in the holster on his belt, wears glasses and a loud shirt without a necktie.
Nerds are — well, they’re different!!
Somehow.
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