Squaresville

Is this really any worse than the guys who gather together every Sunday to hoot and howl at whatever professional sporting event happens to be televised that day? Or the people who watch Oprah Winfrey, Jerry Springer, Jenny Jones, Sally Jesse Rafael, Judge Judy or any of those other sensationalist talkshit shows? Or the skate punks who gather in parking lots and public parks to jump a wooden platform on wheels onto a railing for who knows what reason? Or the nature-loving granola-munchers who believe that the best way to experience and respect nature is to hike out into it once a week, layered in Gortex and velcro and filled to the brim with trail mix and powerbars? Or the corporate crash-test dummies driving Beemers and adorning themselves with Nordstroms or Mens' Warehouse approved apparel, beepers, cel-phones, car phones and every other device they can think of in an attempt to one-up the other guy? Or the mass media lemmings leaping over whatever new fad comes along, and paying for the priviledge? Or the rest of you who spend Friday and Saturday nights hanging out in dim, smoky singles bars trying to see and be seen and get laid, thinking that you might find a soulmate along the way?

Which of us is worse?

Answer: none of us. The truth is, we're all freaks! God and Science had a pie fight and we're the bits of crust and filling stuck to the walls of spacetime. Workers of the Weird, unite!

And maybe that's all just a rationalization -- something I tell myself so I can sleep at nights.

In any event, this here is Squaresville, where I celebrate my geekiness and talk about all that is nerdy (that doesn't fit in the other places in this website). As with the rest of the Land, Squaresville is likely to change every now and then. So, if you're inclined to, check back occasionally to see what other ways I've found to embarrass myself. And, if you want to know why, click here.