[ Thanks to jeramy b
smith for this link. ]
“Nerds everywhere. A faint trace of body odour permeates
everything. After some observation I realize that most of the nerds
can be fit into 2 Simpsonesque categories. Nerds that resemble the
comic book guy on the simpons and nerds that resemble the
pimple-faced teenager on the simpsons. Sporting the worst facial
hair and haircuts ever seen, they dash from booth to booth begging
the gorgeous women manning the booths for buttons and tshirts.”
“Who can blame the nerds for wanting the free wares these
booths offer? Temporary tattoos, neon colored-tshirts, and buttons
with geek in-jokes are free for the taking after volunteering your
email address. I grab a a bag and start giving out my managers
email address. I’m sure he’ll enjoy spam from dice.com, Sun
Microsystems, and countless other companies. Using your
managers email address is always a good idea, my manager gets email
every time there is a new version of Netscape, Quicktime,
RealPlayer, and other pieces of software that had an “inform me of
updates” option. I think he feels important since he gets so much
mail.”
“Some of the booths are harder to get stuff out of. I turn my
badge around and go in for the big scores. “Wow, you’re really
Linus Torvalds?” he asks. “Yas” I reply. “And remember to pronoonce
it Lie-nicks,” I add as the clueless booth person hands me a much
better laptop bag than I currently own. At another booth I morphed
into an unnamed journalist for ZDNet. The best shirts, posters, and
dolls became easy pickins.”