This semester my husband has done something I am not so sure he can handle. He has decided to get a masters degree in digital communication, which means that he first had to take a couple of undergrad classes. Now, this program is mainly populated by geeks. Don’t get me wrong, I have ABSOLUTELY nothing against geeks, in fact, I rather look at them in awe and admiration (Seriously, anyone seen Big Bang Theory? Those guys are awesome!), and have dated a couple. Now, my husband is not a geek. Not even close. He would like to think he is, but he really isn’t. He is so in over his head in this degree.

Let me give you a scenario about the world of geek here. Let’s say we take a trip to Geekland (for argument’s sake, it is now a country). In Geekland, they speak Geek. In Geekland, I am capable to order a coke and possibly find the main touristy sites using a map. My mother would be able to read the descriptions of the touristy sites in Geek, probably not perfectly, but she would do well. My sister would hold entertaining and enlightening conversations with the tour-guide in almost fluent Geek (that girl went three years to kinda-sorta Geek-school. While I never fully understood what the hell she did there, I do know she is very good with computers. Most people call the tech-guy, I call Cathy. She is pretty fluent in Geek, even if she doesn’t look it. Seeing as her X is a super-geek, it might not be that hard to understand. She has said she would like to marry Sheldon from the Big Bang Theory. Or was it Leonard?). Now, my husband would probably be able to order dinner in Geekland, and possibly buy some souvenirs, but he would also fancy himself quite the local and go out in the wilderness without a map, no appropriate gear or clothing, and end up in a river full of piranhas, having no clue how he got there, coming out if it with tropical fever.

As you can probably understand, my husband fancies himself quite knowledgeable in the area of technology. He really isn’t. He’s a wannabe. A cute wannabe, but a wannabe nonetheless. While he is terribly intelligent, he is not very smart and has no common sense. And now, he is in Geekland, up shit-creek without a paddle. He is with people who can put together a server in their sleep, and he still has trouble figuring out the oven and remote control. I am very worried, and also rather amused. I warned him about this. Did he listen? Make a guess.