PDawg
Well-Known Member
I run a Quality Control shop for AH-64, CH-47,OH-58, and UH-60 Helicopters in the Army. I am a Geek with cool tools.
IT for almost 13 yrs, Citrix and VMWare is how i spent most of my days, love brewing..and drinking..
I was a long hair hippy type till my kids were born. now I am a S.A.H.D. yep. stay at home dad. but I love working on stuff,making stuff. ( I mostly make lunches,dinner and breakfast for my two girls) at this time in my life I have the best F'n job in the world,but I also have dish pan hands and laundry to do.. brewing beer and my garden keep me sane. my wife works long hours and the puter is my only link to other adults most the time. sponge bob has turned my mine to mush.
I am no geek....but I geek out on good beer.
That's not a nerd. That's a Hippy. And the other side of the hobbyPsychotherapist, professor, gardener, psychadelic guitar player, disc golf player, backpacker and I enjoy science fiction. So am an eclectic nerd and glad to be so...
+1electrical and automation background.
This doesn't matter. To prove you are a geek, there are only three questions: what is your name, what is your quest and what is the average air speed velocity of an unladen swallow.
And if you answered the last question with "African or European swallow?" then you are a geek.
I am the "help desk"
My condolences.
Been there, never going to do it again.
SSgt Nate Petersen
USAF Security Forces
Air Force Sniper
I concur. I would only work on a Help Desk if someone invented a way to smack the person on the other end of the phone.
The DREAM! The DREAM! :rockin:
(Except the Sponge Bob stuff)
Yeah, lucky bastard
I am a dynamic figure, often seen scaling walls and crushing ice. I have been known to remodel train stations on my lunch breaks, making them more efficient in the area of heat retention. I translate ethnic slurs for Cuban refugees, I write award-winning operas, I manage time efficiently.
Occasionally, I tread water for three days in a row.
I woo women with my sensuous and godlike trombone playing, I can pilot bicycles up severe inclines with unflagging speed, and I cook Thirty-Minute Brownies in twenty minutes. I am an expert in stucco, a veteran in love, and an outlaw in Peru.
Using only a hoe and a large glass of water, I once single-handedly defended a small village in the Amazon Basin from a horde of ferocious army ants. I play bluegrass cello, I was scouted by the Mets, I am the subject of numerous documentaries. When I'm bored, I build large suspension bridges in my yard. I enjoy urban hang gliding. On Wednesdays, after school, I repair electrical appliances free of charge.
I am an abstract artist, a concrete analyst, and a ruthless bookie. Critics worldwide swoon over my original line of corduroy evening wear. I don't perspire. I am a private citizen, yet I receive fan mail. I have been caller number nine and have won the weekend passes. Last summer I toured New Jersey with a traveling centrifugal-force demonstration. I bat .400.
My deft floral arrangements have earned me fame in international botany circles. Children trust me.
I can hurl tennis rackets at small moving objects with deadly accuracy. I once read Paradise Lost, Moby Dick, and David Copperfield in one day and still had time to refurbish an entire dining room that evening. I know the exact location of every food item in the supermarket. I have performed several covert operations with the CIA. I sleep once a week; when I do sleep, I sleep in a chair. While on vacation in Canada, I successfully negotiated with a group of terrorists who had seized a small bakery. The laws of physics do not apply to me.
I balance, I weave, I dodge, I frolic, and my bills are all paid. On weekends, to let off steam, I participate in full-contact origami. Years ago I discovered the meaning of life but forgot to write it down. I have made extraordinary four course meals using only a mouli and a toaster oven.
I breed prizewinning clams. I have won bullfights in San Juan, cliff-diving competitions in Sri Lanka, and spelling bees at the Kremlin. I have played Hamlet, I have performed open-heart surgery, and I have spoken with Elvis.
But, I have not yet brewed a lager.
Dangling my penis in the boiling wort was a mistake. But the beer still turned out great!
I urinated in a batch...4 times!!!
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