Epiphany

Posted on January 9th, 2004

It just occurred to me that I’m going to have sex.

What I mean is; I’m married now so at some point in the future I almost have to get lucky. Right? Maybe not today. Maybe not tomorrow. Maybe not even for years and years and years. But one day HoBiscuit will turn to me and say those three little words that every Geek ever born knows will lead to hot monkey sex, and this is one Geek who’s going to start training now so he’ll be ready for that big day.

50 pushups every night. No hands.

That’s right people; GeekMan is ready for action! I won’t be caught unawares. I’m going to be a lean, mean, sex machine. My moment in the sun, my time to set off fireworks to the music of the night is fast approaching and I’m going to be ready. Ready for HoBiscuit to finally give in to my charms, my suave and debonair advances, my begging & pleading and utter those three, sweet, sexy words that’ll lead to sweaty bodies and stained sheets.

“I want kids.”

Oh man, just writing that made my nipples hard. Yeah baby, YEAH!

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Bachelor Party Surprise!

Posted on January 7th, 2004

It was supposed to be a quiet night at home.

I had three days of freedom left until I tied the knot and all I wanted to do was spend some quality time with my future wife in the relative peace and quiet of our home. I had spent most of the day driving all over New Jersey running last minute errands for the wedding and wanted nothing more than to crawl into bed and sleep away my growing trepidation and fear. I was so tired that I was even looking forward to my regular nightmare of four golden llamas dragging me through town by the neck as a silk noose slowly choked me to death. When the llamas stopped, the village children would take turns kicking me in the nads while singing The Bride Cuts The Cake.

I usually woke up right before they set me on fire.

Anywaste, I had just gotten home from running errands in New Jersey and needed some sleep in order to be in top form for my wedding. One of the errands I had run was picking up all of the tuxedos for my groomsmen, so I had called all of them and asked them to meet me at my home so they could try them on and we could make sure everything was in order before wearing them on the big day. They all came over and, in-between rounds of Halo, began trying on the tuxedos while I took notes on what needed to be exchanged or altered the next day.

I knew something was up when no one asked about ordering dinner.

At about 8:30pm I was sitting on the couch talking to HoBiscuit, who was on the floor and thus had a good view of everything happening behind me, when she suddenly began to smile. The tiny wheels of coherent thought in my head started to turn and I suddenly remembered that I had not yet had a bachelor party. And, wouldn’t you know it, my entire groomsman party just happened to be in my apartment three fricking days before my actual wedding. And wasn’t it strange how quiet it had gotten all of a sudden, especially since just a few seconds ago everyone but HoBiscuit and I was in the kitchen whispering like a secretive group of super villains plotting world conquest? I mean, it’s not as if I got scared or anything, but when the silence of your own home is shattered by an angry mob of voices screaming, “Get him!” right before you are tackled from behind you tend to get a little freaked out.

Note to self; remember to clean pee stain off of couch.

One moment I was sitting there minding my own business, and the next I was the bottom layer in a Six Layer GeekMan Pound Cake. Someone grabbed my arms and, quick-like-a-bunny, I was fitted with a new shirt before I could even begin to formulate a protest. Now, I’ve owned my fair share of snazzy new shirts before, but never have I ever had the pleasure of wearing one that actually tied in the back! Yes, that’s right, my friends had somehow managed to not only find, but actually force me into wearing, a real honest-to-goodness straight jacket. Not a costume. Not a fake. But a REAL straight jacket.

I’ll even post pictures as proof as soon as I get them.

After the straight jacket I was forced into a mask a-la Silence of the Lambs and then I was marched out the door, into the street and forcibly thrown into the back of a fricking van. Apparently the original plan had called for a hand truck to wheel me around in, but my brother hadn’t been able to get it in time so they made do with simply man-handling me as if I were a rag doll. After I got into the van I started to recover my wits and began insulting them left and right.

Sadly for me, they had also planned for this inevitability.

Out came the mutha-fricking duct tape and suddenly I had lost my last line of defense. My spirit broke and I was at my kidnapper’s mercy. By this time it was after nine, we were driving around the City That Never Sleeps and I could do nothing but shoot my ex-friends dirty looks and pray that they would leave me alone long enough so I could slip my bonds and kill them all.

Needless to say, they actually posted guards on me. I’m not kidding.

Our first stop was…

Due to issues of national defense and homeland security, the rest of the evening’s activities has been edited to their core essence and shall be forevermore summed up as, “Stuff Happened”. Any further inquiries into this matter will be met with strong resistance by all parties involved. Should anyone ever be unfortunate enough to attempt to delve deeper into this issue, they will be found and destroyed like a soiled piece of toilet tissue that has been fired into the very heart of the sun.

We now continue with your regularly scheduled posting.

As I entered the apartment at 5:30 am the next morning, my head filled with cotton, my tongue needing a shave and my body weak from the night’s activities, I saw my lovely fiancé lying in bed waiting for me.

“Did you have fun?”
“I had a blast, honey.”
“What did you do?”
“Uh… Nothing.”
“Nothing?”
“We had dinner?”
“You mean to tell me that your friends tied you up, threw you in the back of a van and sped off into the night as if the hordes of hell were after them just to take you out for a 12-hour dinner?”

[icy winds]

“Ah… ahem, the restaurant is very strict about their reservations. Very.”

[crickets]

And that’s all I have to say about that. The end.
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Hello World

Posted on January 5th, 2004

I live again. Kinda.

It’s a whole new world for me now. I’m no longer the pathetic little Geekman you might remember from just a few short weeks ago. Things have changed for me, much is different, and nothing will ever be the same again. There’s a ring on my finger, a humongous wedding bill in my mailbox and a burn on my forehead from the ceremonial branding iron that reads, OWNED.

Sorry ladies, I’m now a married man Geek.

For those who might care about such things as a tell-all about the bachelor party debauchery, or a description of the beautiful wedding ceremony, or a play by play analysis of the action-packed and activity filled reception, please keep your panties from getting tied in a knot and be patient for just a little bit longer. The gory details, complete with some pictures, will be forthcoming. But for right now, the new Mrs. GeekMan and I are fricking tired and are going to spend a little while together doing married couple things.

For example; sleep like the dead.

And after an eight hour party for almost 200 of our closest family and friends, I think we deserve some sleep. Don’t you? And before anyone asks, the answer is no. Bread did NOT make it into the bridal suite to videotape me begging for some newlywed nookie. And just to make it perfectly clear right now, I slept on the couch because my back hurt and not because I had any performance anxiety regarding my sexual prowess. I’ll have you know I’m a tiger in bed. That’s right, a tiger.

A. Fricking. TIGER.

Rowr.
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O-bitch-uary

Posted on December 17th, 2003

GeekMan is dead.

His body was found underneath his computer desk in his home office by his flu-suffering fiancé HoBiscuit whose only response upon finding his remains was to repeatedly kick him in the groin while screaming, “Dammit, now I have to cancel this stupid wedding and I can’t even get my deposits back! You selfish bastard!”

Understandably, GeekMan had no reply.

Officials believe GeekMan was crushed to death by the combined weight of his wedding reception bills and his guilt about not updating his Blog in a week. Even though some officials did speculate that his death seemed a bit suspicious, they have since filed their reports and the death is now considered a horrible, but pleasantly necessary, accident. No mention was made of the llama hoof prints found near the body or the message, “It was the llamas.” written in his own blood on the floor.

Officials claim that he was just trying to be funny.

GeekMan is survived by a very angry fiancé who will not find this at all funny, a mother who will also not find this at all funny, a brother who will laugh because he knows no one else will find this at all funny, an imaginary antagonist known by the alias ‘Bread’, a very expensive home theater, a video game system and several dust bunnies who will now be free to take over the world.

May he finally rest in peace.

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White Wedding

Posted on December 12th, 2003

Wedding budget? What’s that?

Being who we are, HoBiscuit and I didn’t want to have your typical, boring, everyday seating cards for our wedding. So, in keeping with our wintertime wedding theme, we decided that it would be pretty cool to have snowmen as our seating cards. At first we thought just cutting out snowmen from colored cardboard would be nice, and then we thought making them out of cotton balls would be even nicer.

But then we came up with the ultimate seating card idea.
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