Jake Tompkins

Nerd: New Fall Fashion For Women

This post has floated around Drafts for some time, and it all began with this YouTube video:

Why do I publish a video of every guy’s daydream, that his girlfriend would find a videogame so realistic that she’d gladly sit and watch him play for hours on end?

Because it brings to life in thirty seconds a point I always enjoy making: nerdiness can be sexy. That the girlfriend believed she was watching a movie is irrelevant; the simple act that she was entertaining herself with her boy’s toys is what is attractive about that commercial.

And I’m not just talking about videogames. Guys are typically more technologically-oriented than woman, which means you probably have a myriad of toys that you can develop proficiency with, if not feign interest in. Trust me, he will enjoy, and may even become more agreeable when you decide to drag him along on that shopping spree.

This long-winded point extends beyond the scope of relationship advice or videogames. Technology becoming a larger and larger part of peoples’ lives is a trend that has really exploded in the past few years. The average American populace is becoming more technogically-aware. Last month, my grandfather taught himself how to send E-mail, both a gift and a curse, as I’m now graced with his catch-up messages as well as bombarded with stupid joke chain letters. Social networking tools are also the new “it” way to communicate directly with friends, followers, and most recently, family. Facebook, once the hallowed domain to glorify those posted drunken photos of you sharing your Diet Coke with a Broad Street hobo, has given access to any nosy mom with a valid E-mail address to tsk-tsk all over your shit.

Twitter has given fans of celebrities ways to communicate directly with them. Or, alternatively, stalk them. I resent the flak Twitter gets all the time, usually because the offending classmate brazenly dumps on the service before understanding what it actually does (for the record, it isn’t “the new Google,” jerkoff from my Future of TV class).

Take this to heart, women. Because in my book, a cute, tech-savvy girl is downright sexy. You don’t have to handwrite HTML, just basic understanding of modern-day technology will do. Or, failing that, the patience to listen to me overtly explain and therefore teach such things. Or you probably use Twitter, but not to describe the viscosity of your New England clam chowder.

Meet any or all of these requirements, and I will likely jump head-over-heels into a committed, if not slightly dorky, relationship with you.

But whatever you do, just don’t call an iPod Touch an “iTouch.” That is grounds for </relationship>

Also, I bought a PS3 like three days ago. So be prepared to hear about that nonstop.

The Fail Rail

I created this website and this subsequent first post because, in the last few days, I have encountered at least three things that I hold a near uncontrollable urge to rant about or discuss in depth. As Twitter limits me to 140 characters and Facebook is obviously purely for stalking, I’ll post here.

Tonight, I boarded my usual SEPTA train, or as I not-so-affectionately refer to it, The Fail Rail, and headed on my merry way home. Halfway into the journey, we were informed that the train was “out of sand” and therefore having a difficult time climbing the slope towards our first station stop.

Another twenty minutes in, and we were forced to disembark and wait for the following train, which evidently had the necessary sand.

Now, I’m not one to judge. But it seems when water falls from the sky, nothing in Philadelphia seems to work correctly, notably SEPTA. This is understandable, because when SEPTA was created back in THE 1800s, there was no such thing as rain, so it is just silly to expect them to adopt new technologies to cope with falling water.

Anyway, welcome to my poorly conceived Tumblr. Enjoy your stay, have a few laughs at my expense, and just keep swimming.

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It is very possible that I will not update this often.