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Why Do Other Geeks Leave the House?
JG_Elliott asks: "Being a geek getting more and more frustrated with shopping trips, I've turned to the internet to buy things to save time and effort. This made me wonder, other than leaving the house for work/lectures/school, why do other geeks leave the house? What is in the big wide-world that you can't get online (other than real sex)? What do other geeks get up to in their spare time, that they recommend, as something to do out of the house?"
To go see the new star wars..duh.
Buying a new house. If my current house runs out, I have to buy a new one. In order to do that, I have to leave my current house.
...that's about everything I can't do online. Of course,if you have a laptop,everything changes
although to actually answer the question, it is nice to go for walks outside of the house, and you do need a change of scenery every so often.
Geoff "Mandrake" Harrison
Some Random UI Hacker
By throwing your pc out the window you will be overcome with the need to go out of the house for things like... food... shopping.. CONTACT WITH OTHER PEOPLE.
This might in turn lead to things like... a social life.... friends... things to do.
Remarakbly this actually leads non-internet people to opertunity to do things out of the house as will as get them invited to such events.
Think about it.
I dunno -- they put perfectly adequate vegetables on my pizza! Have you considered black and green olives with artichoke hearts?
What I'm listening to now on Pandora...
(btw, is this topic amusing or depressing? insightful or flamebait? not sure.)
This is my Sig, this is my Gun. One is for Slashdot and one is for Fun.
So you've noticed sex can be geeky to? You know, you half-wake in the middle of the night from a C-hacking dream with the raging horn and your s.o. lying next to you, there's only two chars' difference between hacking and **cking, one thing leads to another, we've all been there, right? As the int main(int argc, char *argv[]){..}s scroll through your minds eye, your scrolling through her pie! Know what I mean??
Right???
Stop looking at me like that!!
Yours Sincerely, Michael.
Which one usually wins? You, or your car?
Karnal
To throw garbage
(The cleaning company refused to send their employees inside my house to pick up the garbage bags)
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Apart from work, I leave the house to be Rejected by Women at parties.
:P )
It's better than drinking alone alone.
(I'm joking THey Run screaming before they can reject me
...from all of the stupid April Fools posts on /.
What's outside the hosue is as boring as the Sims, but it's even slower, the speed-up key can only be used once a day, and it only works at night, when you're at home trying to game, rather than you just pushing fast-forward during the day when nobody's home!
The list of defects goes on. Like, there's no fucking save/restore feature either! Spend six weeks setting up a menage-a-trois with your boss' wife and just one lousy goat, and you might as well pull out the old .45 and reformat.
No way, man. The game outside the house is teh sux. I wouldn't even warez it.
Exercise outside? I can type just as well indoors...
If you don't go out of the house, you can't justify the purchase of your mobile (cell) phone, PDA, portable MP3 player and so on. So clearly, one important reason to go outside is to use your personal gadgetry.
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I find it hard to go scuba diving indoors. Even if I did have a deep pool I think I would miss the pretty fish and stuff.
Two things I try to get first in the real world, and only resort to the net when that fails.
Beer, shows, beer, cinema, beer, D&D, beer, beer.
So, you can take the music away from the house, but you can't take the House away from the music?
Information wants to be free.
Entertainment wants to be paid.
You just want to be cheap.
Obviously, you're not a real geek. All real geeks are hackers.
There is no America. There is no democracy. There is only IBM and AT&T and DuPont, Dow, General Electric, and Exxon
how does one get friends?
I would also like to know how one acquire sex.
"I used to have that really cool,funny sig
Leaving the house was the best thing that ever happened to me. ... Humans have human needs.
You do know they make indoor toilets now, right?
That bright yellow thing outside that keeps us warm. I've yet to find a sutable replacement online. ..of course, I live in Seattle, so I've yet to find the real thing either.
My college has a couple miles of nature trails that I often use to jog on. There was also my trip to florida during which time I only spent a few minutes on a computer. ( still gotta check my email ;) )
All misspellings and grammatical errors in the above post are intentional and part of my artistic expression.
-Cyc
/.'s 10 Millionth
The voices tell me that you are quite incorrect.
You've heard the expression "Everything is bigger in Texas," right, probably from some obnoxious Texan... Well a lot of Texans are shocked to learn that Alaska is roughly twice the size of Texas...
Hearing this, one especially boisterous Texas went to Alaska to see if it was true.
He showed up at a typical Alaskan lodge in the wilderness, and was awestruck by it's scale. He was hungry from his long journey, so he went into the restaraunt, and sat down. Soon after, a waitress approached and asked him what he wanted to drink.
"Whiskey," he said.
"What size? Small, Large, or Alaskan?"
"I'll take the Alaskan," he said, doubtful that it would impress him.
The waitress scurried off, and returned a few minutes later with a gigantic glass of whiskey, larger than the man's head. It easily contained a gallon and a half of booze.
She asked him what he was going to have to eat.
"I'd like one of your finest Steaks."
"How big a cut do you want? Small, Large, or the Alaskan?"
He was too proud to swallow his pride, so he once again asked for the Alaskan.
She went back to the kitchen, and when she returned, some 25 minutes later, she was wheeling a cart with a huge covered tray. She strained to lift the tray from the cart to the table, but managed, and then she removed the lid.
There, before the Texan, was the largest single piece of meat he had ever laid eyes upon. It must have been 25 pounds. It was easily 5 inches thick, and 24 inches across.
He gulped aloud, certain that he would be unable to finish the meal. With reservation, he dug into the steak and ate as much as he could. He'd barely eaten a quarter of it when he pushed himself away from the table, completely stuffed.
After drinking some more of his whiskey, and talking some time to digest, he needed to use the restroom. When the waitress returned, he asked when he might find the facilities.
She directed him down a long, dimly lit hallway, and told him it was the last door on the left.
He walked down the hall, which seemed to stretch on forever, particularly in his bloated drunken state.
When he reached the end of the hall, he mistakenly chose the right hand door, rather than the left. He stepped through the darkened doorway and immediately fell into the lodge's indoor pool.
Having seen him take the wrong door, the waitress appeared a moment later, reached through the doorway, and turned on the lights.
In a moment of panic, the Texan, sloshing around treading water screamed, "For the love of God, don't FLUSH IT!"
For those that would die defending it, Freedom
has a sweet taste that the protected will never know.