Over the years of identifying myself as a geek, I have pondered the definition of the word. The best I came up with goes as follows:
Geek: A person who obsesses over trivial details in a much more thorough manner than other human beings.
I didn’t give this definition much thought until I spoke about my latest unhealthy and totally useless obsession with my friend Yannick, today via MSN Messenger. It turns out I have, over the years, accumulated a number of very thorough, though short-lived, obsessions:
- As a student in University, discovered Multi-User Shared Hallucinations (MUSHes, text-based predecessors to MMORPGs.) Poured hours of my life into those, until I was considered one of the best coders out there, and became an administrator on 3 different MUSHes.
- Circa 1997, discovered and fell in love with cigars. Studied the field throughly, and purchased a humidor, a guillotine cigar cutter, a butane lighter, as well as several Cubans, including a box of Montecristos. Well-stocked humidor currently in my brother’s possession.
- In 1998, fell in love with the Lego Mindstorms Robotic Invention System, and proceeded to code a short-term memory for my robot using a Visual Basic-based neural network, as well as a Lego-based, 8-bit Enigma machine. Abandonned both projects before completion.
- In 1999, found a passion for professional wrestling. Joined a website just so I could write about it. Over the next 3 years, became Quebec’s most respected professional wrestling analyst, frequently ordered Japanese wrestling tapes over the Internet, and helped transform a professional wrestling website into one of the most visited sites in French, all categories confounded.
- In 2002, became obsessed with creating the best scrambled egg humanly possible. Bought a coat-free pan devoted to scrambled eggs, and a heat-resistant silicone spatula. Resulting scrambled eggs tasted better than 99% of Montreal’s restaurant offerings.
- Also in 2002, love for Asia deepened when it turned out to be a common interest with Helene. Some people would have considered a weekly walk in Chinatown to be enough to sate that passion. We moved here. Hey, Helene is a geek too, you know.
Which brings us to 2005.
For some reason I don’t even know myself, I am currently obsessed with creating the perfect martini. I bought all the necessary ingredients, and am currently hunting for good martini glasses. After a week of research, I am currently spouting off obscure trivia and amusing quotes about martinis through the ages, and I can understand the two sides of various martini debates such as ‘shaken or stirred?’ and ‘vodka martini: martini or not?’
Why do I do this?
I’m a geek. Do I need another reason?