Vindication!

One of my big complaints with the Nerd-Test (besides the lack of 90% confidence limits) was that it didn't properly break down "types" of nerdiness. A guy who knows how to code in MATLAB isn't necessarily the same kind of nerd who dresses up like a Sith-Lord to stand in line for 3 days for Episode 3 tickets. And someone who has a goofy laugh is not necessarily the same guy who can build a computer from scratch. See how confusing this gets? It's just really important that people are put in the RIGHT compartments, so they can be appropriately judged (are you judging me? you're judging me aren't you! don't judge ME!) and ridiculed.

Enter: Nerd Test 2.0!




Bring it on!

An ant on the tablecloth
Ran into a dormant moth
Of many times his size.
He showed not the least surprise.
His business wasn't with such.
He gave it scarcely a touch,
And was off on his duty run.
Yet if he encountered one
Of the hive's enquiry squad
Whose work is to find out God
And the nature of time and space,
He would put him onto the case.
Ants are a curious race;
One crossing with hurried tread
The body of one of their dead
Isn't given a moment's arrest-
Seems not even impressed.
But he no doubt reports to any
With whom he crosses antennae,
And they no doubt report
To the higher-up at court.
Then word goes forth in Formic:
"Death's come to Jerry McCormic,
Our selfless forager Jerry.
Will the special Janizary
Whose office it is to bury
The dead of the commissary
Go bring him home to his people.
Lay him in state on a sepal.
Wrap him for shroud in a petal.
Embalm him with ichor of nettle.
This is the word of your Queen."
And presently on the scene
Appears a solemn mortician;
And taking formal position,
With feelers calmly atwiddle,
Seizes the dead by the middle,
And heaving him high in air,
Carries him out of there.
No one stands round to stare.
It is nobody else's affair

It couldn't be called ungentle
But how thoroughly departmental

- Robert Frost (a man ahead of his time...)