I truly couldn’t think of a better picure to go with that header. If that doesn’t scream dorky geekdom right out loud, I’m pretty sure nothing will. From those stylin’ Old Fart wingtips to the distressed university fleece that only nine people on the planet could possibly identity to that perfectly obnoxious Plumb Crazy Purple Willie Wonka Top Hat, it simply doesn’t get any better.

Of couse, to really sell that shit you’ve gotta throw in that smart little Hidey-Ho strut, the White Boy Shuffle, the schottische, something. This particular pose sort of reminds me of the Monopoly Man. you know, the fellow on the game board box with a monocle and a top hat. You won second place in a beauty pageant: Here’s just enough money to go the fuck away (and with any luck, there won’t be enough left for the return trip).

But I couldn’t be happier with the Geeks at moment. I hope to remain so.

And now

martin militia

guide me

lakeside

where the

Muses unleash

ambitious desire and

submerge my soul

in the voices

unearned 

liquid  and perfect

my only expanse

buried

deep

deeper still

beyond.