Geek central

Today Orker-J is wearing an Atari T-shirt, and the brilliant HS intern with whom he shares an office is wearing an All Your Base T-shirt. Yes, I remember going through my own thinkgeek.com phase. Meeeeem-or-eeeeeez. (I tend not to wear T-shirts except as underwear, because as adorable as my little programmer's gut is, I prefer to coquettishly mask it behind square yards of loose button-down shirts.)

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Yesterday a lot of people at work seemed to go out of their way to say "Hi!!" to me. Later I looked in the mirror and saw that my hair was done up all rockstar; it looked like I had intentionally put product in it that morning, and perhaps my colleagues were showing approval for my apparent decision to do something different. But no, 'twas merely my god-given oils and scalpic emulsions that makes the ladies swoon, cuz I hadn't unpacked my shampoo yet, see. I should bottle this stuff. Ebay ebay ebay. proggrease.com

TV Plans

Will buy a an inexpensive standard TV now, and then plan on getting the perfect HDTV later on, whenever it happens to cross my path. The thought of spending more than a little money on a heavy piece of mid-20th century technology doesn't impress me, but I also don't want to spend a lot of money on any modern set before giving it a significant amount of research.

Took T after work to the evil Best Buy, so I could meditate among the screens for awhile. I saw, among other tasty examples, a 20" flat-screen Daiwoo (jadelennox's pick among politically friendly brands, apparently) for $150, so that or something like it will probably go home with me tomorrow.

I almost leapt at a return-merch HDTV going for $900; way more than I intended to spend but a surprise at "only" three digits. Its was obviously missing pieces of its faceplate, though, and possibly a remote, and who knows what else, so. At least it helped me come to my decision. (And now I kind of see what my friends have meant when they mumble about the blue-shirted BB floorbots. There were at least 7 or 8 BB guys wandering around the TV corner, and half ran up, one at a time, to ask if I needed help with anything. The ones I spoke with struck me as friendly, eager, and not very confidence-inspiring. ("I dunno, man, I just got transferred here!" said one fellow, when he couldn't figure out whether or not the returned TV had a remote. I told him it was OK.))