He's just my type

This is my husband in his cave office.

In this picture he is on the cell speakerphone helping one of our friends set up an internet repeater. At least, I think that is what it is called, and if you are a smartypants and/or your name is Lee, you are not allowed to leave me a comment saying, "DUH, it's called a blah blah blah blah you big fat MORON," because I will block your IP address and report you to the Comment Police and you will be so very sorry. What Phillip is actually doing is helping our friend set up some little electronic box in his house so that this friend can magnify his neighbors' wireless internet signals so that he gets a stronger connection for free. As you know, this is highly unethical, but if you have ever played Scruples with these friends of ours, you would not be surprised. Phillip is not so much for the ethics either, seeing as how he refuses to believe that allofmp3.com is of questionable legitimacy (come ON, you're paying for the song in RUBLES) and he also acquired that big ass monitor when he met some strange guy in a garage somewhere and traded him fancy shmantzy software for monitors and iPods. Shh, don't tell.

Scruples, by the way, is an awesome game. And I hate games. Especially that one game where you have to beg the other players for things like sheep and wheat and ore. I hate that game. Probably because I never ever win.

Anyway! This is what Phillip looked like when I went downstairs to take his picture.

See, he suspected that I might be taking his picture for use on this here website. Which, well, yes. I was. And Phillip is very worried that you all think he is a nerd. A nerdy nerd, with pocket protectors and ill-fitting pants and tape on his glasses and a predilection to speaking in binary. But you and I know he is a nerd of the devastatingly handsome sort, the kind who spends hours working to fix your recently dead-from-the-power-outage computer, the kind who will allow you to say things like, "Can't I just save everything to my desktop?" and also things like, "I don't want to upgrade, I know how to use this version." He uses his nerderific powers for good: keeping me well stocked with recorded commercial-less television, introducing me to the awesomeness of Guitar Hero and knowing how to play the iTunes library in the living room.

But still. When your rockstar Internet friend Maureen sends you a little package with this inside, you can't help but think, right on!

Baby Cheung is going to look crazy adorable when his dad takes him to see the Transformers movie this summer.

Comments

[Angela]

I had no idea there was such a thing that could amplify a wireless connection... wow, technology never ceases to amaze and terrify.

Now I have to go do some research on this sheep and wheat and ore game, because HUH??

[Christina/Mrs Broccoli Guy]

Love the shirt. The Microsoft store actually sells a shirt with GEEK written on it and a definition - and yes, hubby bought one. (truth in advertising and all that)... I also drive him nuts saying the very same things! LOL. (seriously, I hate it when he upgrades my computer without a lot of warning - I am a creature of habit!)

Scruples is a fun game. So is Apples to Apples. Have you played that one yet? :-)

[Maureen]

Yay! You got it! I'm glad. We should totally have our kids wear them together for a picture! There are only two flaws with that plan: 1. We live on opposite coasts. 2. Jack outgrew his weeks and weeks ago. My advice? Put it on your baby ASAP and take a picture because you have a very limited time with clothes that small. Especially if you end up using cloth diapers, because they take up a lot of room.

Ah, well, we can Photoshop them into a picture together.

[Jenny Ryan]

Ah yes, I know the nerdiness of which you speak. And my husband totally feels your husband's pain. As in, "Well, I know the printer says it needs #23 ink, but can't I just use this #56 anyway?"