I'm a big nerd now. Well, BIGGER nerd.
I just got a few answers to an email query I'd sent out, giggled with excitement, and plugged in my newfound code (which worked!) -- and then realized that if this had been two months ago, I wouldn't have even been able to understand the subject line. Things have changed mighty quicly.
Walking through the pComp lab (to put my beloved glue gun away), I took stock of the people around me. People waving their hands over homespun projects, creating strange squawks of sound, others testing choke sensors or simply cursing at lines of code or that one LED that just wouldn't light up properly.
I am now a creature fueled by falafel, black coffee and whatever beer's cheapest. I babble about programming, soldering and the "future" of ... stuff. Today I helped someone patch holes in their code (strings and arrays). Um, who am I? I don't know anything about these things, I'm a writer, damnit!
If Corporate Mike of two years ago passed Gleefully Nerdy Mike on the street, would the two even recognize each other?
...do I care?
[this is a copy of the post I'd put up at ITPd!, which is pretty much the only place I have time to post anything at these days. Soon, I'll move all of Genius Lessons over to DxM, but for now... well, so that's about it]







