1) my friends are far more clutzy than extreme. One of the latest 'sports' was to eat 38 chicken McNuggets. The record will be broken someday soon.

2) "MD staff", to me, brings to mind the words "inanimate carbon rod". Judging solely by your use of word "repartee" I'd say you, Gamara are well-suited for a very good purpose. Every exodus needs a Moses.

I just recall that "Angry Dad" episode of The Simpsons, with Bart creating a comic book-turned dotcom cartoon. Stan Lee guest-starred. The computer guy there was emaciated, coffee-hyped, and had a soul patch.

I find that more funny than the fat kid with pocket protector. It's not solely a matter of accuracy. The sole patched uber-yuppy is to me, more humorous than the overweight reclusive.

Before anyone can say it's because one more than the other is closer to my personal reality... I'm an out-of-shape potential yuppy who can't grow a soul patch....

Then there are nerds like me who DON'T do any extreme sports stuff.

Well, to tell you the truth I, as well as many others I'm sure feel more than a little aprehensive with the idea of sharing my small-minded opinions, gripes and witless repartee in the immediate juxtaposition of something offered by the talented MD staff. Perhaps if there were more people posting more comments my uneasiness would dissipate and my awkward, unremarkable voice would go largely unoticed save for that rare occasion that I have something valid to share. Roar.