Many Nerds won’t be returning. Some old timers I remember from last year, people like Trenchcoat Mafia, Silk Dragon Shirt, probably won’t be coming back next year.
Spamming blogs I put their names up, immortalizing them, if only until the blog owner erases everything::::
1. Trenchcoat Mafia
2. Silk Dragon Shirt
3. The Distinguished English Gentleman
4. Beta Nerd, and of course
5. Rosie The Transsexual
Rosie’s original name was just Rosie, due to his rosie cheeks. They shared he has a high level of knowledge, a tactic the gods employ to create a false sense of security. This of course is the segment which they dump so many transsexuals into.
I too enjoy irony, and therefore Rosie has now become Rosie The Transsexual.
Who else has a nickname in the NerdRoom?

I’d like to remind you many of the people in the NerdRoom are good men. I hope this is reflected in what they are allowed to learn and the progress they’re allowed to make.
I’d also like to remind you their predecessors, REAL nerds from a generation ago who fill the computer swap meet, are WONDERFUL men, and since I likely won’t be going again I want to remember them as well.

Actually the comparison of the two is a testiment to the devolution of society, which will be used as justification for the Apocalypse:::
Today’s nerds are NOT wonderful men. They grew up with the internet and many consider pornography as an acceptable vice. They gamble freely, enjoy evil imagry in video games, and this issue is a microcosim of our deterioration.

She told me I should throw water in my kids face to shock them in to potty training. After all it worked for her.

As much as you might think I’m making that story up I’m really not.

That poor woman’s child. I hate to see what sort of emotional problems she’ll wind up with as an adult as a result of her crazy ass mother.

The worst advice I got was not to hold my 2 day old infant when he fell asleep otherwise he would never learn to sleep on his own.
Yep. TWO days old.

my favourite non-family member pearl of wisdom came from an old biddy who randomly wandered up to me outside the grocery store, one day when it was about -20 outside and i had the plastic (vented) cover over the baby’s stroller to keep the wind off his little bundled self. she took one glance at us and pronounced “that baby’s going to suffocate in there!” loudly and shrilly enough for half the parking lot to turn and stare. um. yeh. wait til you see his saran-wrap balaclava, lady.

i wanted to shake her.