IN DEFENSE OF NERDS

	    Lately there has been much misuse of the word "Nerd".
	  Most people think that the term "Nerd" is an insult
	  designed to abuse local techno-riffraff. Untrue, This
	  term is actually an honor bestowed upon entry class
	  programmers by the peerless masters of code.
	    A "Nerd" is a coder with great potential, who lacks
	  the experience of the more mature "Geek" or most honorable
	  "Dweeb."
	    "Nerds" are all that the general public is likely to encounter.
	  They are a socially impaired group of reasoning machines with
	  barely a trace of human custom remaining. Still, they are
	  capable of simple habits like bathing and feeding. One does
	  not expect, however, to see anything very dramatic arise in the
	  realm of interpersonal communications.
	    A "Geek" is a much more advanced case of the hacker extrordinaire.
               Their problem solving abilities are a thing of wonder.
	  Their passion for code has them immersed in the machine for
	  the vast majority of their waking hours. Code is the thing, the passion,
	  like arcane prayers offered to the cosmic processor. Code, perfect
	  like a jewel of machine fire, building whimsical fairy castles in the
	  inner world.
	    The social conditioning of "Geeks" becomes atrophied to a
	  tremendous degree. They must be reminded to eat and sleep and
	  wash. Such a "Geek" will have lost all social skills.
	  Communication with such a specimen is slim and none. Unless
	  you speak his languages and are expressive in code forget it.
	    The grand masters of code are the final group known as
	  "Dweebs". "Dweebs" are rarely understood even by their
	  own colleagues. Their deep devotion to a life of coding
	  has changed them. They are beyond the outer world entirely.
	  No problem is too great for the powers of a "Dweeb". Writing
	  code of such mystery and pain that only another "Dweeb" can
	  truly appreciate it.
	    Alas, the "Dweebs" are not capable of feeding or clothing
	  themselves or attending to personal hygiene. Many must be attended
	  with buckets to catch the ever flowing drool from their gaping
	  jaws. You can find them lurking behind massive piles of Pizza
	  delivery boxes, guzzling cokes endlessly before the glare
	  of the computer screen. These are the pale sunless creatures
	  of the inner world, helpless slaves to the adoration of the
	  perfect code.

						                                       B.E.