[Geek] Meme

ambereternal picked me as the first on her list to tag, so I figure I should try filling this out.

List 5 reasons why you are a dork. And make them good reasons. Justify them. Explain them. Be loud and proud about how big of a dork you are! Then pick the 5 biggest dorks you know and have them do the meme.

5. Firstly, I'm a Geek. I'm particular about being referred to as a 'Geek,' rather than a 'Dork'; and this makes me a Dork. In fact, 'Dork' is lowest in the hierarchy of Geek-Nerd-Dork, in my world, with each level being slightly more socially inept than the last. That is, Dorks are the most socially inept and Geeks are the least so. I will note here, though, that Nerds get a special kind of recognition in that, though they're less socially-inclined than Geeks, it implies something of a higher level of skill and knowledge. Dorks, however, are just plain shmucky.

4. I'm a Gamer. I personally own a PlayStation2, no less than four MMORPGs, several PC-based games like Bloodlines, Morrowind, and Unreal Tournament, and my family has an old-style Nintendo, a Super Nintendo, and an N64. I even built my own computer, with gaming as a top priority. I was born in the 80s and raised on 8-bit entertainment.

3. I'm an RPGer. I was just talking with a friend about this last night (in fact, 3 of our 5 hours of conversation was specifically dedicated to role-playing games, and the other two hours weren't far off), and we determined that I own no fewer than 36 RIFTS books, 5 Palladium Books, 3 GURPS books, 15 M:tA books, 12 V:tM books, 8 W:tA books, 6 WoD v.2 books, and an ADnD 3.0 Player's Handbook.

2. I'm a CCGer. I have played no less than three Collectible Card Games, including (but not really limited to) Magic: The Gathering, Legend of the Five Rings, and AniMayhem. While I've dabbled in others, I still own cards for these games; particularly, I own about 200 AniMayhem cards, 300-500 L5R cards, and over four thousand M:tG cards.

1. I'm a Computer Addict. I earned my Bachelor's degree in Computer Science, and worked no fewer than four highly technical jobs dealing with hardware and software. I built my own computer. I own both a laptop and a desktop, which are both always connected to the internet. I am rarely more than 8 hours without Instant-Messaging software on. I check my email compulsively. I can count in binary on my fingers. The first thing I do in the morning before a shower and getting dressed is check AIM and email.

And, with the assumption that they haven't done this, I tag:

ladyyuna

raen

starlight1184

surichan

tzohekiti

(no subject)

So, right. I'm a Permanent Account now.
This means that I have 100 Icon slots, of which I have but 24 filled.

Unfortunately, when I had to reformat Unicron's harddrive, I lost my copy of Photoshop, a thing which (1) I haven't been able to replace, and (2) I was never really good with to begin.

So, to cut to the chase: this is a call for any and all userpic suggestions and/or donations, including but not limited to new mood-type Keywords I can use, URLs of free-floating icons I might like, hand-crafted icons of your own design, or even suggestions on getting rid of certain icons I already have or what I should use as my Default icon.

I'm not expecting much to come of this post, but anything at all would at least help.

A Thimble of Blood

Two shots rang out, the chain-fenced basketball court lit momentarily by muzzle flashes. One of the two figures collaspsed, crumpling into a pile on the blacktop. The other figure spat on the corpse, stuffed the wad of cash into his pocket, and began walking home. A nice way to end the night, the figure thought to himself. Now time to shoot up and turn off for a few hours. The figure was that of a small-time drug dealer, Thimble to anyone who cared to address him. Tonight, Thimble got hopped up on some junk and decided to 'renegotiate' his partnership with Derek; that would be the pile bleeding to death on the court. Thimble was wandering down the street when her turned the corner into an alley and found an even better way to finish the night. About halfway down, scraping through the trash, was a girlish figure. Sure, she was dirty, and dressed in rags, but her hair looked like it had once been blonde, and under all the grime, she had a slight, feminine figure. Which is really all that mattered for Thimble's plans. He had just started to approach her, whispering, "Mmm, you look like a tasty thing," as the girl looked up at him with large, fright-filled eyes, when something hit him hard from the side, slamming him into the crumbling-brick wall of the alley. There was a vice-like grip holding his jaw, keeping his face against the rough building; his feet were off the ground. The thing was all black, like living shadows, with a porcelain-white face. Even it's eyes were empty pits. The porcelain face turned toward the girl and a voice like loose gravel rumbled, "Run." The girl, all fright, stumbled and nearly fell twice in her haste to leave. "Who the fuck are you," Thimble managed to get out, scraping his cheek against the bricks, "fucking Batman?" The face turned back once the girl had left, it's dark eyes burning into Thimble. It didn't say anything, just raised a white-gloved hand and removed it's mask. Thimble's heart caught; he tried to scream, but his lungs wouldn't obey, he just hung there with his mouth open, staring unblinking at a vision of nightmare. The thing bit his neck, and drank. He passed out after an eternity. Gabriel licked the wound closed and dropped the would-be mugger into a heap in the alley. Replacing his mask, he shuffled through the mans clothes and found what he'd hoped was there: a cell phone. He'd taken a lot of blood, more than he usually did, and scum or not, this man would need help. He dialed 911, rumbled the street address to the dispatcher and something about 'being in a bad way,' and then hung up despite her request for more information. I hate this part, he thought to himself. But the Beast was sated and now wanted rest. Dawn would break soon, and Gabriel meant to be home and in bed before then. Thimble was pronounced dead on arrival due to drug overdose and severe anemia.