Sometimes I think:

Words... don't come easy.

There are nerds, and then there are übernerds. I dabble in nerdery (nerdition? nerditude? nerdtia?). My friend, Matt has been struggling to come up to speed in this overclocked and benchmarked society. He now has a P4 2.4GHz 512M (2100ddr) system with a mostly badass video card. We started the project last weekend, and encountered nothing but spontaneous hard resets, and seriously misconfigured video drivers. He almost converted to Mac. Again. But I saw him through the momentary weakness, and slogged onward. The weak link, we decided, was the cut-rate motherboard, so off to the local electronics mart we went to exchange the despised thing for a recognizable name brand. The nerd behind the counter went up the nerd chain of command and noticed that one jumper might have been causing all the problems- it was likely causing most of them.

So today I learned the importance of knowing my place in the nerd hierarchy, that being somewhere near the bottom.

Today also marks the day that this blog became an official shrine to Matt, who apparently is all I ever write about. Tomorrow, we obsess about someone else!

It's always a little sad to watch a young one's dreams come true in the most mundane and disappointing of ways. We saw 8 Mile with Matty and Trina last night, and a certain someone was feeling let down afterward. Kudos to Eminem, though, for cashing in early on his overexposure. The movie goes as follows: plucky white boy rages against the black mid-90's hip-hop machine and comes out on top. The dumb sidekick gets hurt, Our Hero gets the girl (strictly speaking he Gets Some - which I suppose is close enough), and the audience spends about 2 hours waiting to see Eminem do what he's supposed to: rap. Matty stumbled out of there, crestfallen, and mumbling about how his overinflated expectations ensured that the movie would fall short.

On the upside, Eminem does a pretty good job of playing himself, and you get to see a little of Kim Basinger's rear end, which should pretty much make up for any cinematic shortcomings.

Peace out.

Old stuff here. As long as it stays up. Look! I'm embracing the ephemeral nature of the medium!