Whenever I stop and smell the roses, I always think to myself what a loser I have been, and how I have continued my downward spiral becoming the king of loserdom in the village of loserville. Perhaps it’s because I did not grow up liking the right things at the right times, but I just get the feeling that I tend to go out of my way to ensure that one fact is true: Nothing I do helps me get laid.

I mean where do I start? I could start with the fact that I spend way too much time in front of a computer instead of doing something healthy, such as walking. The fact that I enjoy spending time in front of the computer only compounds the first statement and enhances/solidifies my image as ubergeek. And is it healthy to be proud of that?

Things like understanding shirts such as this or laughing when I see shirts like this is a definite sign that I have gone over the deep end. Of course this shirt just tops it all off. Yes, it’s true, Lucas is a moron and Whedon is my god. And lets not forget: Viva Miyamoto!

Oh what else can I think of…. I don’t mind watching the occassional episode of Star Trek, or anything sci-fi for that matter. I drive a 4 door Honda Civic. I am a peddler of Tea. I practice setting up LAMP servers in my free time. I solder and fix my own MP3 players. And which 5 people are we talking about when you mention “The Fab 5″? Well that has to be Cyclops, Wolverene, Storm, Rouge, and Jean-Grey right?

To top it all off, I have a pretty good gut feeling that this entire post isn’t going to win me any popularity contests.

Oh yes, and of course,

i’ve got a fever. And the only prescription is… MORE COWBELL