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So there I was, waking up at my normal time, wondering what to do, when I see Ardant frantically stuffing clothing into a bag, and pulling all the computer books he can find off his shelf. "Where are you going?" I ask, bewildered. "To a programming competition." "You mean, the ones that geeks go to?" He shoots me this look of pure animosity, then returns to trying to shove every book he owns into a duffle bag. Needless to say, it doesn't work.
As much as he hates people admitting it, Ardant is a geek -- you just can't ask a geek to shove every book they own into a bag. I can't recall specifically one thing that makes him a geek -- maybe it's his happy face after he makes my website work, or perhaps the way he talks excitedly about computers, math, and anything technical. I glance over at Ardant. He's busy stuffing "The Art of Computer Programming" into his knapsack. Yep, he's a geek.
So I tell him he's a geek. As usual, he adamantly denies it. Fine, nothing new. But then, in a sudden (and rare) burst of creativity: "Why don't you come with me? Then you'll see what it's really like."
I scratch my head with my flipper (or try to, atleast) -- I've got a monumentous decision to make. I could either laze about on this alarm clock all day long, for the weekend. Enjoy myself. Ardant won't be here, so I have free reign to do whatever. I look over at him again. He's now trying to find a place for "A guide to launching successful anti-trust cases". I could of course go to this programming competition. Spend my weekend in a backpack, running around, surrounded by geeks. But then again, I'd find out what this geek thing is really about.
"I guess I'll go." I wag my flipper omininously. "But it better be fun!"
What have I gotten myself into?
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