Why Do Other Geeks Leave the House? 262
JG_Elliott asks: "Being a geek getting more and more frustrated with shopping trips, I've turned to the internet to buy things to save time and effort. This made me wonder, other than leaving the house for work/lectures/school, why do other geeks leave the house? What is in the big wide-world that you can't get online (other than real sex)? What do other geeks get up to in their spare time, that they recommend, as something to do out of the house?"
Uh.. (Score:5, Funny)
Only one thing (Score:5, Funny)
eat,sex,shit (Score:5, Funny)
'enlightenment' topic (Score:3, Funny)
although to actually answer the question, it is nice to go for walks outside of the house, and you do need a change of scenery every so often.
I'm here to save you.... (Score:2, Funny)
By throwing your pc out the window you will be overcome with the need to go out of the house for things like... food... shopping.. CONTACT WITH OTHER PEOPLE.
This might in turn lead to things like... a social life.... friends... things to do.
Remarakbly this actually leads non-internet people to opertunity to do things out of the house as will as get them invited to such events.
Think about it.
Re:Supermarket (Score:5, Funny)
Re:I'm here to save you.... (Score:5, Funny)
By throwing your pc out the window you will be overcome with the need to go out of the house for things like... food... shopping..
Your monitor...
Re:I'm here to save you.... (Score:2, Funny)
Another PC
Re:'enlightenment' topic (Score:5, Funny)
Change of scenery, huh? Replace your windows with plasma screens. Works wonders, I can tell you.
Mountain biking (Score:3, Funny)
(btw, is this topic amusing or depressing? insightful or flamebait? not sure.)
Re:Only one thing (Score:5, Funny)
Sigh.
Re:I'm here to save you.... (Score:2, Funny)
I don't think the cord will reach that far.
Besides, what about when I need to put a CD in. I'd have to walk all the way into the house to do that.
Re:Why I leave my house. (Score:5, Funny)
Right???
Stop looking at me like that!!
Re:My Car (Score:5, Funny)
Re:Uh.. (Score:4, Funny)
Re:eat,sex,shit (Score:5, Funny)
Re: Why Do Other Geeks Leave the House? (Score:4, Funny)
(The cleaning company refused to send their employees inside my house to pick up the garbage bags)
Re:eat,sex,shit (Score:4, Funny)
Leave the House (Score:5, Funny)
It's better than drinking alone alone.
(I'm joking THey Run screaming before they can reject me
to get away... (Score:2, Funny)
Re:Why not? (Score:5, Funny)
What's outside the hosue is as boring as the Sims, but it's even slower, the speed-up key can only be used once a day, and it only works at night, when you're at home trying to game, rather than you just pushing fast-forward during the day when nobody's home!
The list of defects goes on. Like, there's no fucking save/restore feature either! Spend six weeks setting up a menage-a-trois with your boss' wife and just one lousy goat, and you might as well pull out the old .45 and reformat.
No way, man. The game outside the house is teh sux. I wouldn't even warez it.
Re:Life (Score:2, Funny)
Easy! (Score:5, Funny)
If you don't go out of the house, you can't justify the purchase of your mobile (cell) phone, PDA, portable MP3 player and so on. So clearly, one important reason to go outside is to use your personal gadgetry.
scuba diving (Score:2, Funny)
Beer & Girls (Score:2, Funny)
The usual. (Score:2, Funny)
Re:Raves (or Clubs if that's all you can find) (Score:3, Funny)
Re:One Word (Score:3, Funny)
Obviously, you're not a real geek. All real geeks are hackers.
Re:you mean.. (Score:3, Funny)
I would also like to know how one acquire sex.
Re:Life (Score:5, Funny)
Leaving the house was the best thing that ever happened to me. ... Humans have human needs.
You do know they make indoor toilets now, right?
The sun (Score:2, Funny)
Re:Life (Score:3, Funny)
Re:eat,sex,shit (Score:2, Funny)
Re:Why I leave my house. (Score:3, Funny)
-Cyc
Re:Food, Movies, Darts (Score:3, Funny)
That reminds me of a joke... (Score:3, Funny)
You've heard the expression "Everything is bigger in Texas," right, probably from some obnoxious Texan... Well a lot of Texans are shocked to learn that Alaska is roughly twice the size of Texas...
Hearing this, one especially boisterous Texas went to Alaska to see if it was true.
He showed up at a typical Alaskan lodge in the wilderness, and was awestruck by it's scale. He was hungry from his long journey, so he went into the restaraunt, and sat down. Soon after, a waitress approached and asked him what he wanted to drink.
"Whiskey," he said.
"What size? Small, Large, or Alaskan?"
"I'll take the Alaskan," he said, doubtful that it would impress him.
The waitress scurried off, and returned a few minutes later with a gigantic glass of whiskey, larger than the man's head. It easily contained a gallon and a half of booze.
She asked him what he was going to have to eat.
"I'd like one of your finest Steaks."
"How big a cut do you want? Small, Large, or the Alaskan?"
He was too proud to swallow his pride, so he once again asked for the Alaskan.
She went back to the kitchen, and when she returned, some 25 minutes later, she was wheeling a cart with a huge covered tray. She strained to lift the tray from the cart to the table, but managed, and then she removed the lid.
There, before the Texan, was the largest single piece of meat he had ever laid eyes upon. It must have been 25 pounds. It was easily 5 inches thick, and 24 inches across.
He gulped aloud, certain that he would be unable to finish the meal. With reservation, he dug into the steak and ate as much as he could. He'd barely eaten a quarter of it when he pushed himself away from the table, completely stuffed.
After drinking some more of his whiskey, and talking some time to digest, he needed to use the restroom. When the waitress returned, he asked when he might find the facilities.
She directed him down a long, dimly lit hallway, and told him it was the last door on the left.
He walked down the hall, which seemed to stretch on forever, particularly in his bloated drunken state.
When he reached the end of the hall, he mistakenly chose the right hand door, rather than the left. He stepped through the darkened doorway and immediately fell into the lodge's indoor pool.
Having seen him take the wrong door, the waitress appeared a moment later, reached through the doorway, and turned on the lights.
In a moment of panic, the Texan, sloshing around treading water screamed, "For the love of God, don't FLUSH IT!"