Flight of the Flynns

Guess who‘s back and living with her Daddy. That’s right: Spider-Man. He watches everyone who comes into my room, and he greets that person with a frozen, robotic wave.

Last night was chicken and shrimp marinaded in teriyaki sprinkled with sesame seeds on a bed of rice with a side of thai mushroom noodles. I thought of adding vegetables and egg rolls, but it was too late for that. Next time, next time…

I crossed a new item off my ToDo List widget, “Learn How to Photograph”. Though I really don’t have a complete grasping of the nuances and complexities of photography, the photoshoot went fairly well. Due to the heat (and the rather boring landscape), we did the entire shoot in her upstairs, and we did a color roll and a black and white roll. That, and she had a one-use camera that she wanted to finish up.

“‘Cranking Metallica’? If that is some sort of drug reference, then it isn’t funny.” Oh, Gilmore Girls.

I got the Kunek CD the other day. It’s called “Flight of the Flynns”, which is ironic as all of Megan’s family has the uncanny ability to fly. If only it would have been “Radiation of the Rauschs” implying that we all have the power to radiate or “Regurgitation of the Rauschs” giving us the power to projectile vomit. If only indie rock albums could come true.

I like Kunek. They have a very laid back attitude, a sort of depressed, spacey, voices-in-the-back-of-your-head echoing sound to them. On closer inspection of the lyrics, I found them to be richly dark and paranoid. They ring with the sentiment that monsters exist, but we can’t kill them, so let’s just move on. The ice age is coming.

Strangers on the airwaves
control you from the sky.
Taken by the slipstream,
they’ll feed you to the fire.

I find that the more I listen to this CD, the more I like it.

I’m never leaving the windows down at work again. Our offices seem to be located wonderfully near some sort of field. And, unfortunately, most fields are comprised of, aided by, or mixed with manure. The smell was awful, and there were flies everywhere. I hate that place a little more each day. If it isn’t the parking (or lack of), it’s the random odd people coming by like just because my cubicle opens towards the break room means that I want to talk to them, or it’s the disappearances.

Ok. I’ll forgive them, but only if they fix the dollar bill part of the Pepsi machine.

Good bye. They’ve got you now.

A Special Message

There’s just something about Bender that I find humorous. A talking Robot who smokes, drinks, and otherwise puts everyone down for the sake of a joke. Like how he is made Captain and begins calling Fry by the nickname “Wiggles”. And I just like his voice.

I got my second free item from Microsoft today. By virtue of accidentally getting two seperate cases for the same broken piece of hardware (my mouse), I managed to acquire two new pieces of hardware as a solution. The first was a new Wireless Optical Mouse. The second, which came today, was a new Wireless Desktop Freedom 2.0 keyboard / mouse combo. This, actually, is the next version of the wireless keyboard / mouse combo that I originally had. Except, this thing is an full-on upgrade.

“Come here, Bobby. Come on, boy. Come here, boy. Come on, Bobby.” I laugh everytime.

I tried one of those “Complete Meals” that my mum’s been on about. I’m starting to get frustrated with those meals in boxes. They seem to either come with too much food or not enough. In this case, I had already thawed chicken when I realized that they had included chicken. Stupid people. But, it all turned out alright. I made Chicken and Shrimp Fettucini Alfredo Casserole. It was pretty good.

My mom’s also always telling me I should do roasts. “They’re easy. You just set them up in the morning and they’re ready by supper time.” Well, for one, since when do I know what I’m doing for supper in the morning? But also, I’m not a big fan of the beef taste. Sure, I love steak. And I really enjoy hamburgers, but I’m really more of a chicken guy.

And it’s posts like these that explain why no one reads this website anymore.

I’ve been hacked twice now since moving to asmallorange.com. The first hack was [Forget.Me.Not]. Some Saudi Arabian group managed to delete all the files and folders. But, thankfully, one quick jump into the MT admin and I managed to rebuild the whole damn thing. But, lately, I lost Travel. This hack didn’t take out any files or folders – it just deleted my posts. Well, yes and no. If I go to “Manage Posts” nothing shows up, but under the Main Admin page, I can see all 4 of my posts. I looked over my main template, and I’m not sure if it was altered or not. It’s either my templates were changed or my admin skin (which makes my WordPress admin page look like Mac OSX) is acting up. From all of the options that I found, the page should be showing the last 11 posts, not the last 11 days, so no matter when I posted, they should show up.

*sigh*

KT Brass would not believe that I went to Costa Rica. And Molly thought I was lying at first, too. You make up one story and pay for it the rest of your life.

I am currently renting a digital video camera from the university. I’m elated and terrified at the same time. I did some screen tests that only proved that I’m going to need a lot of light and that I don’t look very good one screen. I might have to use that information when considering my character. Now I just need a firewire cable and a memory upgrade. If only Microsoft sold memory.

At work, John and I made some large advances in the design of Monitor.Net. Check out some real and mock-up screenshots at my Cresh.Net page. I actually like the real version slightly better than the mock-up. At least, I like the buttons a lot more.

Bah. Time for another chapter in Harry Potter 6, then I’m off to slumberland.

Zach Anderson – I have your copy of Eastbay magazine, and I will only give it back for something of equal or greater value from you.
And I don’t even like Eastbay

HA!

“For the future, in case you’re wondering, ‘Crime. Boy, I don’t know’ is when I decided to kick your ass.”

President Josiah “Jeb” Bartlet.

I love that quote. It makes me laugh everytime.

The internet has produced a lot of things that people aren’t proud of. It has allowed a lot of people to produce content that seems cool at first, but then after a week you want to burn down all the servers that link to it. Then you soak your face in gasoline and make like an orange monk.

I have my share of dark, internet secrets.

I just found Students Against Bad Food, a site written by me and Collin Janes. This had to have been Freshman Year of college, and it was largely in response to the terrible food being served to us. The food in the Trojan Center, or TC, was awful for the longest time. Prices were extraordinary, and the quality of the food was minimal.

Things have gotten much better, due (in large part) to our website which, honestly, was never put online ever. Until just 5 minutes ago. And guess what – every link worked just fine right away no problem.

You know that “verification” thing? We got that from the “Warning!” page of a porn site. We wanted this page to have the same seedy underground feel to it, but we were too chicken to look at it. I mean, what if the one-step-ahead-of-you Computing Services guys caught us? My face would be SO RED.

Blinds, baby!

What Could Be Better?

I’m watching Celebrity Poker Showdown. It stars Dave Foley (still funny after all these years), but guess who today’s guests are? GOB, Tobias, Micheal, and George Sr.’s Secretary from Arrested Development (oh, and some guy from 6 Feet Under).

How great is that? That and storyboarding and screenwriting for Grit is going well, and I’m making some updates to my site. As always. My meal yesterday was fantastic. And I was worried. psh. I have a little bit of a headache. Nothing a swig can’t fix. Eh? Eh??

My guitar is so out of tune. I’m watching The Shining (imdb) today, and I’m taking notes. TV sucks on the weekends. I even started watching Laguna Beach before I snapped out of it and put in Sideways (imdb).

Poker? I just met her!

How To Get BMG Music Service To Quit Calling You

Caller: Hi, this is BMG Music Service. Is Miles there?
Pause
Me: Yes…
Caller: Hi, Miles. I see that you cancelled your account with us some time ago, and, because you were such a good customer, we would like to extend a special rejoining deal. With this deal you get 6 CDs for the price of one. Now your address is still 212 1/2 North Harth Avenue?
Pause
Me: Uh, did you ask if that was my address?
Caller: What?
Me: Did you ask me if I still live at that address?
Caller: Yes.
Me: Well, actually, I cancelled my BMG account because I’m moving out of the country.
Caller: [slightly more personable] Oh, where are you moving to?
Me: South Africa.
Caller: Wow [obviously taken with how “neat” this is] that is so cool.
Me: Yeah. So, I had to cancel a DVD club, too.
Caller: Wow. That’s a pretty big move. Is it for school or work…?
Me: It’s for work. I got a programming job down there.
Caller: Wow.
Me: I’m actually cleaning my old apartment right now. [Which was actually true.]
Caller: Well, then, I hope you have a good day and have a safe trip.
Me: Thank you. Goodbye.

I think that’ll be that last time they call me.

I think that cooking show hosts have the be the greatest actors on television. People have lots of different food tastes. So, as a food show, you have to show off a lot of those tastes. What if the dish you make sucks? Or if you mess up? Or what if you’re a guest on someone else’s show? You have to act like that food is delicious, even if you want to vomit. On that note, morning show hosts (who tend to have chefs on their shows in lieu of real guests – I mean, who in the world is going to make bacon-wrapped faux crap and goat cheese rolls at 8 in the bloody morning??) also have to be good actors.

“Mmmmmm, that’s delicious.” The biggest lie in television.

Rope is a great movie. I learned something new about it last night, though. Apparently, the movie has a large smattering of homosexual overtones. I guess I never thought about it, but they are two seemingly eligible bachelors living together and have a housekeeper. Though, due to Hollywood “decency” standards, most of the blatant homosexuality was lost. Also, Rupert was supposed to have been involved with one of the boys that he taught, either Kevin, Kenneth, or the two killers (probably one of the two killers).

I’m starving. I pulled out a packet of Kikkoman flavoring for brocolli beef, thinking that I had some beef left in the freezer. Well, I didn’t. I have chicken and pork, so I’m doing brocolli pork with baby corn instead. We’ll see how it goes. It could be great (which I’m hoping) or it could be really awful, and I’ll have to make it up with a frozen pizza. *eek*

One of my favorite blogs is Cinematical. They talk about movies, and most of the authors have a pretty good sense of humour. Of course, I like to make up my own mind about movies, but the news hasn’t been good on Fantastic Four, The Island, or Charlie and the Chocolate Factory. Hollywood makes me cry. This, however, is a quote from one of their recent posts.

Boy, am I relieved. Now Scarlett Johannson and Ewan McGregor will be able to do the voice-overs for that hotly anticipated video game version of The Island. In the game, Johansson will scream and run around, while McGregor attempts to save Dreamworks exec Steven Spielberg and director Michael Bay from sinking a giant pit of quicksand with a rope made of dollar bills tied together – but the rope…. won’t… be…. long…. enough…. so Johansson will jump into the quicksand, saving everyone with her digitally enhanced bosoms. Hey, maybe it will make everyone more money than the movie.

I’m learning how to take photos. Megan wants me to help redo her portfolio. Luckily I have a huge book on just such a thing, but I have no manual on my camera, so I looked online. And, by “online” I mean “ebay”. If I win the the bid, then I gots a manual for my camera.

AND I might be getting two Microsoft Wireless Optical mice. Thank you, Microsoft and bad cellphone service.

I should have said Johannesburg, South Africa.

Dream 802

I was in a bookstore. Actually I think it was a department store that had a large section devoted to books. I looking at some of the books when I saw a young woman and her daughter at the end of the short aisle. She smiled earnestly at me, and I smiled back, when I saw a man push her forward, like he was directing her.

“Keep moving,” he said. Then I noticed in his left hand was a gun. When he saw me notice it, he stopped and fired a shot off at me. I quickly ducked behind some bookcases. Those two people were in trouble and I had to help them, but I had no weapons or support against a gun.

I started tipping over bookcases. It was the only thing I could think to do. I would tip them over, hoping not to crush the lady and her daughter, and then duck behind another bookcase before getting shot at. Then, as one bookcase tumbled over, I heard a cry. It had worked.

I managed to force the gun out of his hand, and I pinned him, holding him tight to me, and not daring to loosen up. Then when I tried to yell for security, nothing would come out. My voice came out whispery, and sometimes not at all. Finally, security heard me. They came towards me, to start questioning me, and they took the lady and her daughter away, but they never arrested the man. I had to cling tight to him, keeping him from getting away, but they wouldn’t take it over.

No matter how hard I tried, no one seemed to realize that handcuffs and a police ride to jail were what this creep needed. I could feel my grip start to loosen. I had to recount what happened two or three times, each time being very clear and precise about what happened. But, in my concentration, I would forget that I was solely responsible for holding onto this man.

They never took him away. I was starting to panic. I knew that the longer I had him, the greater the chance that he would manage to get free of me. Then I woke up. My arms were crossed across my chest, and I was lying on my stomach. So, as a result, both of my arms were asleep.

And he still got away…

Walk the Plank

God Put A Smile Upon Your Face

I guess what does make me smile is when Rachel Ray gets angry at the hotdog and hotdog bun industries.

Guess what. CRESH, Inc. is live and has both Valid XHTML and Valid CSS. Unlike some sites that our competitors run and maintain and (probably) hired out. Though, one site does look considerably better than the other one.

Mom just came and brought my table. It looks nice. This apartment is pretty swank. I only have a small smattering of things left to move. Tiny, pointless things that I can’t be bothered to lift into my car and back out.

I recently came into some coupons for free movies at Mr. Movies, so I’ve been kinda movie-crazy lately. The first was Lemony Snicket’s A Series of Unfortunate Events. I really enjoyed that. I think what I liked most was the look of the film. That’s one special edition disc that I plan on buying. The next one, last night’s movie, was The Phantom of the Opera. Dis-ap-point-ing. I think I really got spoiled on the official Studio Recording. Anything that I see or hear that’s even a little different is wrong. I actually felt annoyed most of the time. *sigh*…

I won a dollar off of Bryce for eating part of an onion. And my Aunt Karen just mailed off my graduation present. High School graduation present.

And, guess what? Konfabulator is now free thanks to Yahoo! The site was down earlier, but now I have my free copy of 2.1 and I’m making my computer konfabulous.

Power went out last night. No, just mine. It made for a really crappy night, and it didn’t get turned back on until 9:30 or so. And I had really wanted to see Family Guy and eat at 8.

RAIN!!!!

If You’re Bored

You’re bored. You need something to watch, most of which is work friendly (assuming watching any sort of internet video is “work friendly”), and you’ve always been a fan of the indomitable spirit and creativity of student filmakers. And, just maybe, you feel like watching a boyfriend, family member, co-worker, or aquaintance at the same time.

Boy. Do I have your number. I mean website.

You can watch Driven To Distraction. This site, Studenfilms.com, recently asked for films containing the theme of “the road”. Now, our film never ever centered around the road, but we managed to put it in. Some call it after-thought; others call it a genesis. In any case, you can watch all 16 films and see for yourself.

Anyone is allowed to comment / review the films on the site, so feel free to watch the other videos and to review as many as your heart desires. Go and give us stars. We need them to power our scooters or victory.

The film submitters will then submit our top 3 and suggest awards for Best Director, Best Screenwriter, etc…

So. Go waste time.

I know I did.

Maps

I hope you all got to see my less than spectacular 4th of July stylesheet. If you didn’t, and want to, and have Firefox, just go to “View > Page Style > 4th” to see it.

Also, I’ve been messing with the Google Maps API. What has it weilded? Well, just Awayken > Maps. It doesn’t really do anything. It’s all informational, but I hope to integrate Google Maps into other aspects of my site. We’ll see. I’m still playing around with it.

I’ll be your grease monkey

Dream

So, I had this weird dream last night.

Lorelai Gilmore was in a home for the mentally insane. She wasn’t insane, she was pretending in order to escape prosecution. But she keeps breaking character. At one point, she was in the car garage twirling a basketball on her finger, when it flew off and shattered a windshield.

The key to keeping people sure that she was insane (or at least to keeping her in the insane asylum) was a TV commercial. The point of the commercial was for Lorelai to convince people that Rob Corddry is an alien.

The biggest problem is that Lorelai doesn’t take it very seriously, and Rob is really grumpy, though the flesh-colored antennae that we put on his bald head does look pretty boss. I’m not sure if I was in the dream or not. I think I just looked on, but I might have been involved in the commercial production.

Weird. At least Rachel Ray wasn’t there. That would have made it a nightmare.

To Doland!

SCAM!! This is not a forward, this is REAL!!

I received this today. Ya best protect ya neck.

Ohhh, I’m sooo mad…

Today in Madison (SD) there was a group of 20-something year olds and they were going door to door selling magazine subscriptions from Atlantic Circulation, Inc. I decided to buy one for my dear mother. I was lerie at first because he was so persuasive and talked really fast. He claimed to be going on a trip to Europe and needed so many points to go by this weekend. He got so many points because I was a college student and that I was buying a gift (none of these points were typed, but handwritten on a card). He also mentioned he was going through 5 states in so many days. He was extremely friendly and asked to come into our house to write the order out. He seemed really hurried. I wrote out a check for $50 and he said something (which we couldn’t understand cuz he talked too fast) and hopped into a red minivan and left in a hurry.

After he left I had a sinking feeling in my gut that I had just been had.

I looked the company up online later and found a long list of complaints against them. Some of the complaints were not getting the full subscription, receiving them late, not being able to get the check returned after cancelling, etc.

I am in the process of cancelling my transaction as we speak.

Please DO NOT BUY ANYTHING from these people!!! They may be legit, but I’m going with my gut feeling. If you do buy and wish to cancel the order, make a copy of the slip before you send it off. I’m not taking chances (again).

Thanks for reading this. Send this to everyone you know.

Love,

Holly

*eek*

Podcasting Killed My iPod

Have you seen this? Have you heard about this? Apple has released iTunes 4.9. The biggest new feature to this release of iTunes is that it now supports podcasting.

A podcast is…

a method of publishing files to the internet, often allowing users to subscribe to a feed and receive new files automatically.

Now, I used to be a huge fan of Winamp. Then AOL got involved, cut the project (more or less), alienated all the talented programmers, and left us a with a floatsam project. So, I began looking for an alternative. iTunes has a lot of features that I really really like. I have way way way too many Smart Playlists. It’s like a database system of music. What I don’t like is how slow iTunes is in Windows.

Then I got into this podcasting thing. Basically, it’s free online radio shows that you download. I used to just download them on my own. Then I could mix them into my playlist on my iPod shuffle, putting nice musical breaks in between the radio shows.

Then iTunes added podcast support. You can go the iTunes Music Store and browse their podcast directory and get any number of podcasts listed there, for free. It’s great and you don’t even need an iPod to enjoy it. They play right in the player. I found all the ones that I was already listening to, plus I picked up some new ones. I put them on my iPod and got ready to listen.

Apparently, my shuffle just HATES to keep my playlist in order when podcasts are around. Clump all the podcasts together, and then play everything that is left over.

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!

That is what I wanted to avoid! Now, maybe I just have to figure it out, or maybe they’ll fix that, or maybe it’s only temporary, but I find it really really frustrating. Why would I want to listen to 4 Dateline shows in a row??? What kind of idiot is running this show??

I’m going to get burned out on The Dismemberment Plan – Ice of Boston. It is currently my top song. And, I just now read that the band has broken up. Great. If you haven’t, start listening to The Secret Handshake. Now.

So, today I’m a little irritated. Don’t get me wrong, I enjoy the shows I listen to, but I might have to just shuffle this stuff next time.

Last night I baked cookies. I didn’t realize how many cookies you can make in one of those packages. I guess I really didn’t need to purchase four of them. I made chocolate chip and peanut butter. The hardest part was gauging how long to bake them for. I undershot at first. The second hardest part was figuring out how big to make the little clumps. So, the chocolate chip cookies are a little undercooked and big. That’s what you get for going first, stupid!

Ok, that was harsh. I’m sorry.

So, it’s finally cooled off, eh? I can actually sleep at night.

Pay day!

Novel.

How to Build a Cake (Random)

Did you love X-Men (imdb) and X2: X-Men United (imdb)? Well, prepare to vomit all through X3. Why? Well, Brian Singer will not be directing it. Brett Ratner will be instead. From what I’ve read, this is entirely the wrong guy for this movie, and Fox is entirely the wrong studio for this movie. The management is a large reason why Singer left Fox studios, although this website paints a different story. And now there is a petition to stop Brett Ratner.

Road to Morocco

Bob Hope: Well, this is a much better than that other idea you had. I can’t believe you wanted to cut open a horse and put me inside. Imagine what I would look like inside a horse.
Bing Crosby and Bob Hope: About the same.

I’ve also started work on my own indie film. It’s called Grit. Right now it is in pre-production. I’ve set up a page on Backpack It! that I will try to keep updated regularly. I should, in the future, set up my own Awayken.com site for Grit and for other indie films that I’ve been in or been involved with. I don’t think I can go too far with hosting the files (we’ll see), but I can have screenshots and other things. There are a lot of things I want to eventually put up on my website. So little time…

Q: How many SS officers does it take to change a lightbulb?
A: Ve are asking za questions here.

I built a cake for Megan’s birthday. Then I made brownies (with fudge swirls). My next endeavor: cookies. I’m trying this whole cooking thing. I finally have a nice assortment of kitchen utensils, pots, and pans allowing me to grab a nice range of recipes and crank out some food. I’ve been watching The Food Network. There’s a show on at 5:00pm weekdays called 30 Minute Meals. The plus side of this show is that she shows you how to make a great meal in only 30 minutes. The minus side of this show is that I find her so annoying that I have to watch it on mute. Next time, I’ll add Closed Captioning.

Tonight I made Lemon Chicken Stir Fry, which was really really good. I added celery, pea pods, water chesnuts, mushrooms, and bamboo shoots for veggies. It was a recipe on the back of one of those Kikkoman flavor packets. I did a tiny bit of ad libbing on the veggies, but it turned out great. Some I’ll be cooking real meals more and more often.

Paper or Plastic?

Grissom: Hey, Jim. Did you know that Charles Manson was only 5 foot 2?
Brass: Little guys tend to over-compensate.
Grissom: Do you remember that story about how the police found Manson at his ranch?
Brass (draws gun): Yeah. I, uh, always liked that story.
The two men pull back a tablecloth to reveal a little boy with blood on his head.
Grissom: We need a medic!

This week is devoted to finding an apartment. And, after I find one, I shall purchase it. Or, simply rent it. Then I have to move all my stuff over. *sigh* I hate moving.

We, John.com and I, rearranged our office today. And our air conditioner is fixed. And Tom informed us that we’ll be moving at some point and time. We rearranged after hearing our news of moving (which makes us look dumb), but there really is something to Feng Shui.

Space Conflict

Frylock: You guys couldn’t take over a damn bowl of jello.
Emery: Hey, is that, like, an important place or something?
Oglethorpe: Where is it?!

That’s classic. They don’t even know what jello is. Hell, four-year-olds know what jello is. And when we harness the power of their brains, so will we.

So will we.

4,000 Moltons!

Nerds make better lovers

Ready for a real relationship? Ditch the pretty boys and grab yourself a geek

By TRACEY LOMRANTZ

Christina Aguilera recently traded in piercings for petticoats, apparently making the usual Marilyn Monroe morph. But there’s more than meets the eye: Sure, she’s blond, buxom and sweet-voiced now, but she’s also emulating the classic bombshell in matters of the heart.

You see, Aguilera’s fiance, like Monroe’s husband, playwright Arthur Miller, is kind of a geek.

When Aguilera announced her engagement to smarty-pants music executive Jordan Bratman in February, the 24-year-old pop star demonstrated a tried-and-true dating trick. Geeks have got the goods. Bratman, with his scrawny frame and oversize ears, has mastered the music industry at just 26 and is Romeo enough to have stolen Aguilera’s heart (as well as inspired her new demure-coquette look).

“A nerd is an excellent provider and a guy who puts you first,” says E. Jean Carroll, Elle magazine’s love and sex advice columnist. “He’ll turn out to be a great father and a great husband.”

And, she insists that a woman who is willing to stick it out with a nerd and get past his quirks will be handsomely rewarded. “Don’t give up on him too fast,” she said. “If you stick with him, he’s going to turn out to be really great.”

If Hollywood is any indication, then yes, he will. This month, reality TV celebrates geek love with two shows: Ashton Kutcher’s “Beauty and the Geek,” which pairs braniacs with bimbos for a “social experiment,” and the latest installment of “Average Joe,” in which a pretty girl woos not-so-studly dudes (airing on June 22).

On Fox’s “The O.C.,” the nerdy Seth Cohen (played by Adam Brody) didn’t just land the adorable Summer Roberts (Rachel Bilson) on TV – he managed to get the girl in real life, too. Bilson (and her character) managed to look past the slicked-down hair to find the witty guy beneath. Cohen’s obsession with comic books? Her character deems it sweet. Brody’s nasal drawl? Bilson doesn’t seem to mind.

How can a savvy girl land a geek of her own? Spencer Koppel, a self-proclaimed geek who attends crossword-puzzle tournaments on weekends, has made it easy for girls with their eye on the prize with his “Geek to Geek” dating service, www.gk2gk.com.

Members can meet and select a perfect mate (guys with screen names like “thinkspecs” and “ivygrad”) based on favorite board game and gadget instead of eye color, height and other categories the nerds might be lacking.

And according to Koppel, the pool is stocked with supreme sci-fi fans and accomplished intellects.

“I think geeks are more successful. They’re happier in the work they do,” Koppel said. “And they’re pretty faithful people, because they’re certainly grateful for anything they have.”

When it comes to the between-the-sheets aspect of the relationship, Carroll agreed that a girl couldn’t do much better than a less-than-perfect male specimen. “We’ve all been to bed with the guy who is worried about what he looks like, checking the mirror before he gets in bed,” she said. “The nerd, gloriously, stunningly, perfectly, is into the woman. That right there is very stirring, sexually.”

Tiger’s purr-fect

It seems to be enough for the likes of goddess models and Hollywood A-listers. Tiger Woods has a geek-like drive for a stodgy sport, a fat bank account and Swedish model Elin Nordegren on his arm. David Arquette may not have the body of a Greek god, but he managed to land sexy former Friend Courteney Cox with his goofy humor and mismatched wardrobe.

For Scott Dennis, a 34-year-old teacher from Cobble Hill, Brooklyn, “geek” and “good guy” are synonymous – and he is both. Although some aspects of his personality make him what he called a “quintessential babe magnet” (former jock, drummer in a rock band), the real qualities that helped him land his girlfriend are the geeky ones.

“Do I know the difference between a knight and a pawn? Certainly,” he says. “Am I familiar with the Four Move Checkmate? Well, maybe I am. … But the truth is I’m a decent guy with diverse interests who actually offers authenticity in his relationships.”

But to get to that authentic nerd, chic women have to be willing to embrace their own inner geek and accept the guy for who he is, chess trophies and all. The caveat to mating with a geek, as some dating experts see it, is coming to terms with his less-than-studly looks and less-than-suave demeanor. All thoughts of embarrassment have to go out the window.

Andrea Lavinthal, who co-authored (with Jessica Rozler) “The Hookup Handbook,” a young woman’s guide to navigating the waters of singlehood, says that being sure of your choice of guy is first and foremost.

“Girls tend to worry about what their friends are going to think,” she said, “and you have to get over it. You can’t always be making excuses and apologies. Give him the respect he deserves, and don’t always be assuming you’re better than him.”

She also said that not all girls are ready for a full-on geek relationship right from the start. Her book has a chapter devoted to “The Snufalufagus Hookup,” the one that every girl wishes her friends didn’t know about, and that she at first tries to deny happened. “In many ways, it’s the first foray into the nerdy guy thing,” Lavinthal said. “You’re attracted to him because he doesn’t screw around. Sure, it’s fun to make out with the hot bartender, but you’re not going to marry him.”

Not falling for the fakes

Koppel, however, warns that unserious girls who prowl his site looking for a breadwinner should use caution – his members may be geeky, but they sure aren’t stupid. “I think geeks are intelligent enough to be wary of the idea that an attractive woman is interested in them,” he said. “They aren’t as drawn to beauty as they are to intelligence, and wouldn’t just accept a ditz.”

It takes the right kind of girl to love a nerd. Kate Hammer, an NYU student, said she’s just that kind of girl. “I have been snagged by nerd charms,” she said.

“My ex and I bonded over ‘Star Trek,’ and on our first date at an amusement park, my current boyfriend impressed me with his intricate understanding of the physics of roller coasters. He’s a mechanical engineer.”

For a modern girl who is far from ditzy, the geek could be the mate who brings security and a load of eclectic interests to the relationship. Even the once-naughty Aguilera managed to find a guy who defines devotion and doesn’t compete to be the sexiest one in the relationship. Clearly, it’s what a girl wants.

Originally published on June 9, 2005 here.