Me: “Did you guys ever watch Star Trek: The Next Generation?
Popo: “No.”
JV: “Geek!”
Me: “I am not a geek! Anyway, do you guys know who Wil Wheaton is? He’s on Twitter.”
JV: “Geek!”
Me: “Come on. Tony, you know who Wil Wheaton is, right?”
Tony: “No, I don’t. Trekkie!”
Me: “I am not a Trekkie!”
JV: “I bet [name of gross guy I get teased to sometimes] is a Trekkie.”
Popo: “He looks like a Klingon.”
Me: “Actually, he looks more like a Ferengi. You know, the ones with big ears?”
Popo: “What?”


Bits and pieces

I’ve been twitting more than blogging, because twitting takes two seconds of thought-time and blogging takes more online premeditation than I can afford at the moment 😉 (So if you guys have Twitter, add me up!)

I’ve been thoroughly loving William Gibson‘s Count Zero, borrowed from a friend. I’m almost done, and I’m prolonging the end on purpose because I don’t want to leave the world yet. I love cyberpunk, and I haven’t been in the Sprawl long enough to get sick of it (I only jacked in last year, with Neuromancer), so I’m going to drink up as much as I can. I’ve immersed myself in fictional worlds before (LOTR, Harry Potter, etc) but Gibson’s world is more me, I think, than the others.

The main character of Gibson’s other book Pattern Recognition would scoff at me, as I think I have fallen for Nike and its global brainwashing. Today I bought my second Nike top, which costs more than a top ever should. For some reason, the Alabang Town Center branch does not carry any yoga attire, so I bought a generic top that fits a bit strangely. It’s pretty, though 😉 I hope it lasts me a long time.

The only other thing I’ve been really into, recently, is Battlefield 2. I am the proud medic of the Special Forces squad. That means I get to run around silly and shove medpacks into people’s butts. I might do a proper blog entry about that, sometime.

Lastly, I changed my blog header. Teehee! That Dragonball figure you see in the background literally haunts me in the office. It follows me around. Seriously. It’s worse than Chuckie. I try to push it away, hide it, whatever, but suddenly I look around and it’s facing me! I have my crazy officemates to thank for that.