It’s time for a nerd-off.
My opening volley after the jump, starting where one does: my momma.
The nerd apple doesn’t fall far from the tree. My momma programs in COBOL.
Circa 1989, my momma emailed me ASCII cow-art. Some of it was NSFW.
When I was little, I thought all holiday wreaths were made out of computer punch cards, ’cause that’s what my momma used to make wreaths.
Momma raised a nerd.