Bob seems awfully defensive about the word Nerd, even though, as per the original definition of the word (a socially awkward person obsessed with science and technology,) Bob isn't even a nerd! Most people today who get the "nerd" label tossed at them haven't picked up a math or science book since they were in high school, but they DO have a PhD's worth of knowledge about that one anime show or tabletop game (or 90's era video-game based cartoon) that they're currently obsessed with. It was very telling a short while ago, when Bob was grouching about the movie "Revenge of the Nerds" (and trying to brainstorm a reboot of it,) that he thought the heroes should be, not guys obsessed with science and technology, but pop-culture obsessed shut ins like himself. If Bob cares about the word "nerd" so much, why is he trying to change its definition to fit someone who is MORE like himself?
Bob, stop screeching about the word "nerd". You are NOT a nerd. You aren't even qualified to tighten the average nerd's shoelaces. What you are, Bob, is a GOON. Someone who acts like his knowledge is encyclopedic, when it is in fact, very narrow. Someone who acts as if he is a likable and popular person, when he is in fact closeminded and about as pleasant to be around as a porcupine with projectile quills and a severe hiccuping problem. And when someone tries to be helpful and constructive in their criticism, you act like a French aristocrat whose silken slipper was just vomited on by a diseased peasant. It's small wonder that you hated the way that the wealthy city-dwellers were portrayed in the movie, "The Hunger Games." You identify with those murderous dickwads! You yourself would want nothing more than to lounge around on a velvet couch in a powdered wig shoveling Mario cereal into your face while watching a band of working class coal miners bumfighting over a scrap of bread.
I know I'm going into A-logging territory, but I think the reason that most of us are here is not just because we want to read the latest Bob-ian twitter outrage, but because we want to see where this out-of-control, flaming train of a person ends up. We're waiting with bated breath for the day that Bob walks into that biker bar from Pee-Wee Herman's Big Adventure, only it's not filled with bikers, it's filled with roughnecks from the Bakken oil fields whom Bob tells to shut up while he's trying to type out his latest 127-tweet long, anti-working class twitter rant on his smartphone.
