So every few Mondays we’ve been getting together for this, like, thing called Geek Fight which is the result of the collective brilliance of our generation and we should all give ourselves a big hand for that and the free drinks that came with it. It got moved to Saturday night and you all should go or something.
But honest to blog, the geeks get way too much credit for like the economy and technology and stuff. When the universe isn’t about string theory but about the consciousness of people coming together. And in the midst of all that and somewhere between working on my dissertation for my MFA on Politically Charged Geographies Identified in the Early Works of Marc Beyer, I realized we’ve never had Hipster Fight.
ZOMG, I don’t, you know, even know. I’ll talk about it with my Tuesday night Crochet Club or something next weekend. Tumblarity. #Popquiztime LOLlisauruszaawwwrrrzzzzz
So you know, answer this, or don’t. I mean, life’s too short for me to stop because I’m not a machine, I have feelings and stuff and I just want something that’s not BROKEN, srsly.
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