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Nail Polish, Spock’s Cousin Phillip and Polar Bears.

Posted by: randomlilnikki on: May 5, 2010

I haven’t posted in quite some time, I know. I have been trying to focus on university, stalking bands and painting my fingernails – all things of great importance in the universe of Nikki. However, I managed to drag myself away from the nail polish and band websites for long enough to attend Supanova. No, a star didn’t explode, but my mind was blown. See this ‘pop culture’ event is an invitation for all nerds, Geeks and fanatics to walk in pride (and extremely complicated outfits) without the threat of wedgies, ‘swirlies’ or the beheading of their dol- I mean, action figures. The outcome of an event like this is attendees of many different level’s of Geekdom. However, I, in my magnificent wisdom, and great desire to anything other than my actual assessment, have decoded the Geek-Con Nerds, and will help you identify them by mere appearance. After all, it takes one to know one.

1. The ‘Whatever is Popular’ Geek.

This Geek comes for the comic books, and stays for the wrestling match and leaves after buying a cool shirt.

Costume: Whatever shirt is clean, if it has a superhero on it, all the better.

2. The ‘The Fewer People that Understand This Reference, the Cooler my Costume Becomes.’ Geek

This Geek varies, from genre to genre, but usually is a fan of the one particular show or movie franchise and not much else.

Costume: Spock’s second cousin Phillip, only mentioned in an Easter Egg on the special edition, Director’s cut version of the DVD.

3. The ‘That’s right, I have a Boyfriend/Girlfriend’ Geek.

These Geeks have managed to master the more complex social interactions, or have found someone as equally geeky as themselves. Always travel in pairs. Make other Geeks feel awkward.

Costume:

Sailor Moon/Tuxedo Mask

Obscure Anime Character/Another Obscure Anime Character

Zombie/Deader Zombie.

4. The Cosplay Geek.

These Geeks go ‘there’. They go there, shop around, write home, see the sights and come back with a vengeance.

Note: To the untrained eye may appear as a weirdo with a sewing machine and too much time on their hands. To members of the Geek community who know better, they are heroes. (Except for the ‘Save the Cheerleader’ bit, they don’t do that.)

Costume: Elaborate exact depiction of a character, usually including replica weapons bigger than their person.

5. The Twi-Hards.

The Bane of all pop culture and speculative fiction, Twilight is only a part of such conventions because, a) it ‘classifies’ as Fantasy and b) it brings in every tween and teen in a 14,959 mile radius (and their monies). Travel in packs. High pitch voices. Usually female.

Costume: Blindingly pale skin, a shirt with a picture of a shiny actor on it.

6. The ‘I thought this was just a costume party’ Geek.

Any excuse to dress up is enough for this person.

Costume: Anything. Usually a full costume, without any explanation e.g. Barney the Dinosaur, Polar Bear or Road Kill.

7. The Epic Win Geek.

Just looking at this Geek makes other Geeks want to cry, take pictures and tag themselves in it. Extremely rare.

Costume: Very involved and possibly expensive. Maybe something like this.

Geeks are an ever-changing species, so this isn’t an exhaustive list, but at least you will know not to offend a Cosplayer by referring to him or her as a Twi-Hard. And you won’t offend the rest of the Geek community by referring to Twi-Hards as even a subterranean level of Actual Geekdom.

Peace, Love and Doctor Who,

Nikki.

Geek is the word, That guy’s dog and Spock.

Posted by: randomlilnikki on: November 8, 2009

July. That was when I last posted. Wow. So long ago. Oh, well. Time to get back in the game.

See, my last two posts were so immensly popular that I decided to bask in their glory and take a break for a while. And then I made a major discovery. It was while I was creating for my self a (massively-awesome-you-should-visit-it-now) tumblr page, that I realised. Perhaps I am not a nerd after all.

I hear those gasps. Not a nerd? That’s like doing the Spock hands in mittens. Pointless. The truth is, I am a geek. No, not a gleek, thank you High School Mus- I mean Glee. I am a Geek. It is cemented. In stone. (Is that a double metaphor?) When I created my new (massively-awesome-you-should-visit-it-now) tumblr page, I didn’t name it Nerdgirl1337 or iamanerd or heckyeahnerdagebro, but alas, I named it storyofageek. Mostly because storyofanerd didn’t sound as cool, or like the song covered by about every band in the world. (Sing it with me, ‘This is the story of a nerd’) Actually, now that I think about it, that almost rhymes. Darn. Too late.

And because to exist in the western world you have to have about 34.6 different websites, this message will be spread clearly across the internet. Because this blog updates my tumblr, which updates my twitter, which updates my facebook, which updates some guy I don’t know is masquerading as a 17 year old girl who tells his dog. Good to know.

Geek is the word.

Be random

Nikki.

Masked Vigilantes, Unleashing Photoshop and Caps Lock

Posted by: randomlilnikki on: July 1, 2009

Due to popular demand, I have decided to write another bog concerning the villains of Twitter.  (Part one is Here) It’s like I’m some sort of masked vigilante or something. Minus the mask. And most of the ‘vigilante’. Anyway, on with show. Or blog.

7. Serial Followers

Offense: Following so many people that when someone you actually know tweets to you, you can’t see it on your homepage. This makes communication hard and the offender look slightly desperate. However, if you are a celebrity, it might brighten your fans’ day to have you follow them. Or me. Following me is alright too.

Example:

Followers: 10

Following: 123335457037645287364598236459827364572634587629348562384562834

Sentence:

Followers: 0

8. TWEETING IN CAPS LOCK

Offense: Typing Tweets in capitals. One word is acceptable. A short phrase perhaps. But remember folks: Caps Lock is a ‘sometimes key’

Example: HEY GUYS HOW ARE YOU HAVE YOU SEEN THE TRAILER FOR NEW MOON! VAMP BOY DUMPS HER… DEVO!

or

JUST ATE BREAKFAST CORNFLAKES AGAIN. GOSH.

First Offense: Once is ok. Maybe you were really excited about Family Force 5′s Dance or Die CD. I was. Just a quick link to this blog is enough. Further offences: A loud spruker sent to their house at 4 am in the morning and with a megaphone will shout out every one of their tweets. Because caps lock is cyber-shouting. CAPS LOCK IS A SOMETIMES KEY!

9. Spammers

Offense: Posting spam

Example: Make a Gazillion-Trillion-Million Dollars by sitting on your butt all day!

First offense: A Gazillion-Trillion-Million Dollars @replies outlining the precise amount of disdain the rest of the world has for the scum of the cyber-universe.

10. People with terrible Display Pictures.

Offense: having a display picture that is lame, vague, or just stupid.

Example: Go to any 14.5 year old girl’s myspace, provided they have taken the picture of themselves, you’ll see what I mean.

First offense: Their picture replaced by the words ‘this image can not be displayed. Its cliched appearance is only outweighed by its tastelessness.” Further offenses: Unleash the photoshop.

11. Serial Taggers

Offense: Shamelessly tagging your tweets with topics unrelated to the tweet itself.

Example: Hey guys how are you all? #twilightisno1 #marrymeRpatz

or

#marrymeRpatz #marrymeRpatz #marrymeRpatz #marrymeRpatz #marrymeRpatz #iamhotterthanbella

First Offense: Actually, a few occurrences of the first example is just fine, provided that that your favorite band, actor etc. is trying to get into the trending topics at this time. However, if this continues after this event, then the tag #(username)isatwitterphail. Further Offenses: Unfollowed by all, so that no one has to read their shameless propaganda.

There are so many more things filled with twitter-y goodness that I could write about… and I think I will. Because I can. Maybe it will be like a web series that never ends… until the internet is full… which apparently will happen in 2012. Oh well. Worst Case Senario: They powers that be can just delete facebook. It will soon be redundant with all this twittering about. (Yes, I hear your gasps… and I laugh…)

Bloggers’ licence, Buffy the Edward Slayer and Duct Tape

Posted by: randomlilnikki on: May 24, 2009

They are everywhere. You know the ones. “I hate Twitter,” they say. When asked why, their response is usually, “It sucks”, “I can’t use it” or “I have no friends.” Okay, so I haven’t heard that last one from anyone, but sometimes you have to read between the lines. To preface this blog (although it is a bit late, I have started the blog and the preface usually goes before the blog, oh well, call it ‘bloggers’ licence’) I should say that I am a fan of Twitter.  But I will be the first to admit that Twitter has a dark side. The side that fuels the haters’… well, hatred. So without further ado, The Dark Side of Twitter:  Those who don’t deserve their tweeting rights.

1. Emo Twitterers.

Offence: Being ultra ‘emo’ in their chronically depressing tweets. This may include tweeting about having no friends (which is redundant because if the offenders have no friends, then no one will read their tweets anyway).

Example: “so lonely, why so lonely, everyone hates me, i will eat a worm.” or “WHY DO YOU ALL HATE ME???”

Sentence: First offence: A stern warning, and a reminder that they have a phone and a life outside of the internet. Further offences: Stripped of their Twitter account and Facebook. They can keep their myspace because apparently nobody uses that anymore.

2. Notusingspacebarintheirposttobehilarious

Offence: Not using space bar in their post to be hilarious. This isn’t funny and never will be.

Example: “hahahahbythetimeyoureadthistweetyouwillrealisethatitsaysnothingofgreatimportancelololol!!!!1

Sentence: First offence: 100 negative @replies. Further Offences: The tag #(username)iscompletelyunfunny in Trending Topics.

3. Capitalising Every Word For No Reason At all

Offence: Chronic use of the Capital Letter. Why, people!? There is no reason. Unless you have a malfunctioning Shift button.

Example: Right Now I Am Like Watching This Awesome Movie Called Twilight With This Like Hot Shiny Vampire Guy.

First Offence: Mailed a copy of ‘Puctuation: Use it.’ Further Offences: Smacked in the face with said book and forced to watch the Twilight Movie for the rest of eternity, over and over.

4. General Spelling and Grammar Fails.

Offence: Mislpelt words, incorrect uses of certain words, etc.

Example: OMG, I love Vamrpies!! there so cool! I want ot merry won. four ever.

First Offence: Given a dictionary of the English Language. Further offences: Said dictionary thrown at offender, whose Twitter Account is frozen forever and studied in Public Highschools as a terrible example of writing.

5. Tweeting about generally boring things.

Offence: This one has a few exceptions. For example, if you are a celebrity, then yes, yes some people may like to know that you are brushing your teeth. And for everybody else: every once in a while, it might be acceptable to let us know that you overslept. But if you tweet about nothing other than the fact that you just ate a sandwich, well I hate to admit it, but yes, you are a very boring person. Throw in an interesting quote once in a while (Please though, nothing from Love Story by Taylor Swift. We all know the lyrics okay…), or perhaps an interesting thought, or something funny that happened to you… Like you read this and realised that you are boring.

Example:

Tuesday 7:30 pm: Just brushing my teeth.

Wednesday 7:30 pm: My Teeth are being brushed.

First offence: A subtle hint and a link to this blog. Further offences: Obviously you need more drama in your life. Go watch the Bold and The Beautiful for 48 hours straight.

And Lastly: Overuse of Twitter.

Offence: Tweeting every 2 seconds. Really, show us all that you have a life outside of the internet please… Or go get one. (This is often affiliated with the last offence, boring tweets)

Example:

Monday: 12:04 pm: Sitting in a lecture, writing stuff

Monday 12:05 pm: Lecturer Sneezed

Monday 12:06 pm: … Talk to me someone i am bored

Monday 12:07pm: No one is on the internet, come on people get a life…

Monday 12:08pm: @robertpatterson you are really shiny. do you sparkle in real life? What would you do if you met buffy?

Monday 12:09pm: Person next to me smells like cheese

Monday 12:10pm: @robertpatterson you would kiss her to death, wouldn’t you???

Sentence: Just leave. Get off Twitter, forever. Please, for all our sakes.

So that is the Dark Side of Twitter. But it has a light side too, like duct tape. As long as you don’t commit these offenses, you won’t get cyber-punched-in-the-face. And if you are a politician, go back to myspace.

UPDATE: Turns out, I have only begun to delve into the horrible depths of Twitter Phailage…Part Two is Here

Talking fast, msn and selling my soul to Brangelina

Posted by: randomlilnikki on: April 20, 2009

I always wonder why I am so great at things that will get me nowhere in life…

For example, I am a brilliant procrastinator, I can speak an barely audible speed, I have infinite knowledge of superman, I can talk to animals. Yes, I meant that last one. I didn’t say they spoke back. Anyway, what I am trying to say is that none of these things will help me at all… unless someone is looking for a really fast talking, slow working, superman nerd with a pet dog.

You never know.

But if there is one thing I am good at that might just get me somewhere. I am ahead of the technological crowd.

It all began one day when I stumbled upon a small site called myspace. I signed up and got my very own little page where I could put stuff, and post these little things called ‘bulletins’ and message my friends. Only problem? I didn’t know anyone else that used the site… So I told my friends all about it. Their response: ‘Get back on msn, silly” (paraphrased).

Fast Forward 3 months.

“Nicola, why don’t you have a myspace?”

“I do…”

So then, always on a quest for knowledge, power and Dr Pepper, I found this other small site called FaceBook. So I signed up. You could do a few more things, but I was never completely sold on the idea, because I didn’t have any friends on there because noone used it… so I told them about it.

Their response: “No way, we looove myspace. Did you see my new layout?”

Fastfoward 3 months:

“Nicola why do you still use myspace?”

I like the bands on there alright!

Then, on my continued quest, I discovered twitter.  A few days later, a lecturer in uni asked if anyone had one. I was the only one. My classmates looked at me like I had sold my soul to Brangelina.

One day soon that will make me awesome…

Still waiting…

Be random…

Nikki…

Powerpoint, Mime conventions and Arty sims

Posted by: randomlilnikki on: March 25, 2009

I am back. I didn’t die in the Barren land of silence. In fact, I am in the same place today. I sit here, reading about how powerpoint is ruining our brains, and the room is nowhere near as silent as last time.

There are two reasons for this:

1) Last week there was a international Mime Convention.

Or

2) Maybe I imagined the whole thing.

A thought just hit me, how cool are mimes! And, for that matter, how much easier do they have it. I mean other than the ‘Mum, I am a mime conversation’, life would be so much simpler for them. Rather than having to answer questions in class academically, they could just make a face and make deranged hand movements and everyone would just smile, nod and move on. The teacher would here make a note never to call upon that student again, and life would be sweet.

A mime would never have to have awkward ‘where is our relationship going talks’, because well, you know. Add to that the ease of job interviews and a get out of trouble free card at school. (Because no one can stay mad at a mime, and people love them.)

After weighing up my options, I have decided that there is no other choice for me but to become a mime…..

at least until playing the Sims becomes an art form….

Be random

Nikki, the slightly nerdy mime.

p.s. …………..

p.p.s. (that was me making mime smalltalk)

Age old Bandaid dilemmas, claiming of the gummies and Yoda.

Posted by: randomlilnikki on: March 16, 2009

It’s always hardest to do things quietly when you know you have to do them quietly. Like right now. I am sitting in a uni library and every sound someone makes seems to disturb the strange species of humans that surround me. They are quiet, antisocial and seem to feed on the awkwardness of others.

It has been an awkward and strange half an hour for me here in the library. I arrive and have to climb about 5 sets of stairs to find a place where I can plug in my laptop, because I forgot to charge it. I find a spot, and face my first dilemma: Do I open my bag and pull out my laptop slowly and quietly, or fast and louder? It’s just like that age old bandaid dilemma: to rip or not to rip. I am the sort of person to just rip it off. A moment of pain and then it is gone. So I use this to inform my decision now. I pull out my stuff quickly, and somewhat loudly. This is met with at least 5 sets of eyes now staring at me with the passion of oh, say 1000 flaming suns.

Minutes later, people recover and are back to their own world of study and such. My typing is now the loudest sound in the room. How do people turn their pages so silently? Now I face my next dilemma. Before this 5 stairwell trek to the abyss of student learning, I purchased for myself a bag of lollies, from the lolly shop. They are in a paper bag, which is not hard to open quietly. But should I do it? Should I open the bag and claim the gummies which are rightfully mine? I decide yes, of course and am met with more stares, as I attempt to open the bag quietly. I have never eaten a bag of lollies so slowly in my life.

I sneeze. Not for any particular reason, except for the fact that I am sicker than Clark Kent in that episode where he comes back from the Phantom Zone (pretty much a big inter-dimensional freezer). My sneeze is louder than when he discovers he has a super sneeze.

About 5 minutes ago someone’s phone went off. Yes, Yoda informed everyone in the room that ‘A message he has’.

Every time I sniffle, it’s like a knife, searing through the silence.

I don’t think I can take it.

I don’t want to die in the barren land of silence.

If this is my last blog – I love you all.

Be random

Nikki.

The internet, another tanty and version 1.0

Posted by: randomlilnikki on: March 12, 2009

The internet hates me.

I know what you are thinking, “Nicola, how could you hate the internet?” No. I LOVE the internet. I blog. I have a facebook. I now twitter. I have a myspace. I still email. (Although I have heard that email is on the outs now.) Google is my homepage. I have a Youtube account.

And yet…

The internet is unkind to me. So here is what happened.

For uni, we have to make this wiki about ourselves. Easy enough. As you all know, I love talking about myself almost as much as I love Dr Pepper. Or Doctor Who. So I am writing away and it is time to put in a link, to another wiki page. Unfortunately for me, my link wasn’t working. So I do the most logical thing. I throw a tanty and ask the teacher for help. I do exactly what I did the first time and now it decides to work. Super. So I look like a complete dimwit. Thank you Mr internet.

Now, I have one main concern. I mean, what do you do when the internet is mad at you? How do you escape the internet? I imagine that this situation can only end in the style of Eagle Eye or iRobot. I am going to be hunted down. My facebook page will disappear. I won’t exist anymore :o ! (I might still have my myspace page, but that doesn’t count, right?) I won’t be able to send tweets out, and people will think that I left the country, or worse, the planet! I won’t be able to visit my youtube page and will lose all my 12 subscribers!

Oh well. Life goes on.

Nerdy Quote for the day:

‘If at first you don’t succeed; call it version 1.0′

be random

Nikki

Devil Urine, Birdsnest and Eyeball Papercuts

Posted by: randomlilnikki on: March 11, 2009

When I wrote you last, I left as an optimist. But optimism is difficult. Especially when:

You’re drinking a Dr Pepper and someone refers to it as the urine of Satan.
However, I remain strong. I have to. For the Doctor. For P-Dizzle. (Both references to Doctor pepper, in case you didn’t catch that.)


The day after you wash your hair, it rains:

Result = Frown on my face, birdsnest on my head.

Someone tells you that you will most likely never be a published author:
Allow me for a moment to delve into my bag of nerdy space quotes and pull out this little beauty. I will first set the scene.

Hans Solo, C3PO, and Leah from futurama (I mean of course princess Leia, silly) are about to be blown into oblivion for some reason or another.

C3PO says: The odd of our survival are (Blurts out some insane million to one ration)

Hans Solo replies: Never tell me the odds. Leads them all to safety, gets the girl. Then gets frozen in Gold goop.

Well, ain’t that a papercut on the eyeball… ha!

Until next time,

Be Random

Ever the optimist, Nikki

Awesomeness, Disks of power and Forgotten keys.

Posted by: randomlilnikki on: March 4, 2009

So it’s been a week since last I blogged, and I must apologize. It won’t happen again. Ok, so maybe it will. But I will try.

Yesterday was an awesome day, but it’s awesomeness was dragged down by some not-so-awesomeness. It was like the universe suddenly became pessimistic, like in that episode of Everybody Loves Raymond where he wins a prize but knows something bad is just waiting, lurking around the corner.

First, I was able to buy Season 7 of Smallville. Yes, as much as I know that it stuffs around with the mythology and is at times a bit soapie- I just can’t get enough. I am pretty much a nerd now huh? HOWEVER, on the way to get these six disks of power, my bus went completely in the wrong direction. Buses go on the busway. This bus felt the need to be individual and go against the grain. Or in this case, into traffic.

Second, I bought said six disks of radness, but then got home and couldn’t get inside, BECAUSE I FORGOT MY KEY!!!

‘So,’ I hear you ask, (not really, this is the internet I can’t actually hear you, that would be weird), ‘How many episodes did you end up watching?’…

One and a half.
1.5
Uno y media
Yes, that last one was in Spanish.
I am cynical and bilingual.
1.5 out of 20 episodes…

Life is grand isn’t it?

But at least I have the DVDs. And a house. And Transport. And food. And clothes. And… Ok, I think you get the picture.

So now I am going to spend the next week in super-dooper optimist mode.

I will let you know how that goes. (Although I know it is going to be just Peachy!

Be Random

Don’t be pessy(mistic)

Nikki

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