(For those who know me. Only.)

What is it about geek banter that turns me on? I was just reading an email from my one and onliest where he told me about the ordeal he had installing and setting up cPanel remotely on a dedicated server along with name servers and some really hard stuff I don’t have the first idea how to do yet. I imagined his eyes lighting up with excitement and no doubt a little fear while he was transforming an empty Linux install into a powerful new server. It’s a good thing I wasn’t in the room to see his brain literally bulging the way it does when he’s doing things like that because he wouldn’t have gotten very much work done.

It reminded me of that time long ago, when I found myself in the server room for one of the largest ISPs in the UK and these tall black server towers crowded around me and loomed tall and intimidatingly… all the hair on my arms and head stood up from static excitement and from the sheer power being drawn from the outlets. Over a billion processes a second happening within each tower, and more backbone bandwidth passed through just one of them than the entire pipe that serves the whole of South Africa, where I lived at the time. I pressed myself up against one of them and felt it hum through my entire body. I just held onto it, silently and unmoving. Every cell in my body shimmered through each hum. It was hard to let go. Then it occurred to me that by some standards, and possibly my own, I’d just had sex with a server. I let go, and patted my static bed hair down.

Since that day I must be carrying its electrostatic baby inside me, because I can hardly touch someone or any metal object without causing a tiny electric shock… and I still feel helplessly drawn to geeky talk. I like to think I’m a geeky girl, but sometimes I’m just downright nerdy.