MommyTime is always good for a Sunday morning quiz, but I didn't read hers until this morning. She was on a quest to determine her nerd factor, and was sorely disappointed with the results. Now, she ought to be a HUGE nerd, because she is a college professor (Victorian literature, I think), but her very high Coolness Quotient -- one contributing factor of many: she is a rock climber -- puts her out of the running. Okay, so I suddenly need to know just how big a nerd I am.
Bummer. BUT WAIT! Taking the second portion of the quiz, I found out this:
Still, disappointing. I am a geek, okay? So not cool. But they left a few important markers out of this quiz, so I am going to fill a few in.
- In my house, egg salad is The New Crack. Chas dubbed it so just this weekend, after he polished off the last of it yesterday. Not to worry; I promptly made more. (This is a post-Easter Crack Habit, I promise you, and we will go back to being a boring Crack-Free household when the last of the Easter eggs dries up.)
(Photo stolen from desertculinary on Flickr)
- There's nothing the girls and I enjoy more than sitting down to YouTube to watch funny stuff together. I have bookmarked all my old favorites: anything Tom Lehrer has ever done (especially his old Electric Company grammar ditties and "Poisoning Pigeons in the Park") . . .
. . . the dancing fig performing the Fig Newton jingle (which has been a staple song around our house since I can remember) . . . and Maria Callas film clips from the 50s and 60s, especially the Habanera from Carmen ("Mama, are you crying AGAIN?!").
The girls were treated this weekend to operatic smackdowns between Callas* and Anyone Else Available, complete with explanations of why Charlotte Church and That Other Chick absolutely STINK because they repeatedly breathe in the middle of phrases and can't maintain their power and -- I'm sorry, I need to take a Nitro.
- I figure stuff out algebraically if I can, even though I'm not very good at it since it's been 26 years since my last algebra class.
- I was a profound Band Geek until I was cured overnight in college, but that's a story for another day. These nerd tests don't take into account the level of geekdom that can be achieved by people who play instruments and think about notes on paper. Expect to hear sentences like this: "OH. MY. GAHH. The tone on that oboe is KILLING me" or "Kenny G always resolves to the same stupid note!" or "Nobody sings as flat as Natalie Merchant, unless it's Carly Simon or k.d. lang or Frank Sinatra." These are things I actually say.
- In college I used to figure out the phone bill for our apartment (four of us) to the penny. All fees divided evenly, all taxes by percentage of use, for both local and long distance calls. Yeah, I know. I couldn't WAIT for the phone bill to come each month.
- My pants are usually too short. Meh -- bigger issues.
In summary, I think one can be a nerd even if one mostly got through college using
superior reasoning guessing process of elimination skills on multiple choice tests. (That particular skill set was simultaneously responsible for my getting into college, making the dean's list 2-3 times, and ultimately scratching out a mediocre-at-best GPA.) One is automatically a nerd just by using the word "one" to describe onesself.
I think I have made my case. What about the rest of you?
MARIA Callas, not
CHARLIE Callas, though it's an honest mistake.