Despite the assurances of some of my close friends, I feel I’ve lost some of the fun and nerdy cred’ I used to embody just out of high school. I can barely recall enough HTML to change font sizes without having to look it up, and I follow video game reviews about as closely as I pursue Wall Street finances. I never went to get that computer science degree, instead I became a writer. Not a writer in the same vein as Stephen King or Agatha Christie. My nights are spent plodding away at a silent computer keyboard developing engaging tales for search engine optimization copy, not behind a typewriter forging a mystery.

Looking back, its impossible to pinpoint any one moment where I said, “Hey Luke, become a writer.” I started out with an intense fascination with science and technology, and art to a lesser extent – now I’m finishing a degree: this amalgamation of journalism, media technology, public relations, and the bizarre subject of rhetoric. I’m positive I never said I wanted to be a rhetorician when I grow up.

I’m happy with where I’m at though. Regardless of why I’m in this position now, I really enjoy where things are going. That joy is probably the result of being an undergrad for a little too long and wanting a break from the routine. I’m ready to try out nine-to-five for a time and see how that fits.

And my nerd cred’ is probably secure enough, considering the origin of this blog’s name, not to mention that I’ve had a Blogger account since before Google owned the service. Maybe I’ll meander back over to video games and technology with my pen and keyboard, but until then I’m a pretend layout designer by day and writer of random 400-word articles to snipe ad-sense money for a start-up Internet business.

To do list:

Create more amusing names for my outings with Jon. In the same theme as bromance, mandate, and heterofriendtime.

Make can-phone so Jon and I don’t have to shout through the wall to discuss important late night thoughts, like, "how do that many people live next door and why do they all come outside at 1am," and "how many girls can we fit in the man cave?"