A celibate geek in high school, Steven has a particular affinity for The Matrix and The X-Files.
He grew up only ten minutes away from the UNEC campus.
If you have an empty slot, I have the card to fill it. Hey, how 'bout I take off your cover and insert a bigger CPU.
Come to my 127.0.0.1 and I’ll give you sudo access. You're making me feel like I have something in common with these pop-up ads. Computer techs have skilled fingers if you know what I mean.
The scene is initially slightly comic, as if the cast of Monty Python and the Holy Grail has raided the nearest nursing home.
Yet the urge to chuckle is countered by the intensity of the mood and purposeful violence of the movements.
It's a cold winter evening in Pimlico, central London, and I am standing in a warm and spacious hall, and, it would appear, a battlefield.
Everywhere I look, duels are being fought between 21st-century knights with walking sticks.
Undeclared is an American sitcom created by Judd Apatow, which aired on Fox during the 2001–02 season.
If you were a web browser, you'd be called a Fire-foxy lady. If you were an ebay auction, I'd totally 'buy it now'. I need to hop over to Facebook for a second to change my status to smitten. If we were connected on Linkedin, I'd endorse you all night long.
How about we do a little peer-to-peer saliva swapping? What do you say we play a game of "Words With More Than Friends? I wish you were Broadband, so I could get high-speed access. I'd ask if you come here often, but I already stalk you on Four Square.
I’m at that point in my life where the dating pool consists of 20-somethings who think a 5 to 10 year difference in age makes me old enough to be their father rather than a potential mate, while the rest have all played the merry-go-round of relationships/marriages which failed for whatever reason, and are now free to date again.
Suddenly the guy they rejected back in school because he failed to make the upper tier caste system of social status and coolness has now become a hot item in the single mom’s dating commodity market. So let me explain (in Dan Rather terms) why I wouldn’t touch these single moms with a 12 foot pole (the kind of pole I use for things I wouldn’t touch with a 11 foot pole.) First of all, my mother would kill me.