Geek Birthday Quotes

Two of humanity's greatest technological achievements (Alternating Current and Wireless Communication) were made by Tesla, yet he remains hugely unrecognized outside the scientific and geek circle. So, I hereby propose (to the United Nations) that 10th of July, the birthday of Nikola Tesla be recognized as International Invention Day.

Later, at the sink in our van, Mama rinsed the blue stain and the odd spiders, caterpillars, and stems from the bucket. "Not what we usually start with, but we can go again tomorrow. And this will set up nicely in about six, eight jars." The berries were beginning to simmer in the big pot on the back burner. Mama pushed her dark wooden spoon into the foaming berries and cicrcled the wall of the pot slowly. I leaned my hot arms on the table and said, "Iphy better not go tomorrow. She got tired today." I was smelling the berries and Mamaa's sweat, and watching the flex of the blue veins behind her knees. "Does them good. The twins always loved picking berries, even more than eating them. Though Elly likes her jam." "Elly doesn't like anything anymore." The knees stiffened and I looked up. The spoon was motionless. Mama stared at the pot. "Mama, Elly isn't there anymore. Iphy's changed. Everything's changed. This whole berry business, cooking big meals that nobody comes for, birthday cakes for Arty. It's dumb, Mama. Stop pretending. There isn't any family anymore, Mama." Then she cracked me with the big spoon. It smacked wet and hard across my ear, and the purple-black juice spayed across the table. She started at me, terrified, her mouth and eyes gaping with fear. I stared gaping at her. I broke and ran. I went to the generator truck and climbed up to sit by Grandpa. That's the only time Mama ever hit me and I knew I deserved it. I also knew that Mama was too far gone to understand why I deserved it. She'd swung that spoon in a tigerish reflex at blasphemy. But I believed that Arty had turned his back on us, that the twins were broken, that the Chick was lost, that Papa was weak and scared, that Mama was spinning fog, and that I was an adolescent crone sitting in the ruins, watching the beams crumble, and warming myself in the smoke from the funeral pyre. That was how I felt, and I wanted company. I hated Mama for refusing to see enough to be miserable with me. Maybe, too, enough of my child heart was still with me to think that if she would only open her eyes she could fix it all back up like a busted toy.

Every now and then, I'm lucky enough to teach a kindergarten or first-grade class. Many of these children are natural-born scientists - although heavy on the wonder side, and light on skepticism. They're curious, intellectually vigorous. Provocative and insightful questions bubble out of them. They exhibit enormous enthusiasm. I'm asked follow-up questions. They've never heard of the notion of a 'dumb question'. But when I talk to high school seniors, I find something different. They memorize 'facts'. By and large, though, the joy of discovery, the life behind those facts has gone out of them. They've lost much of the wonder and gained very little skepticism. They're worried about asking 'dumb' questions; they are willing to accept inadequate answers, they don't pose follow-up questions, the room is awash with sidelong glances to judge, second-by-second, the approval of their peers. They come to class with their questions written out on pieces of paper, which they surreptitiously examine, waiting their turn and oblivious of whatever discussion their peers are at this moment engaged in. Something has happened between first and twelfth grade. And it's not just puberty. I'd guess that it's partly peer pressure not to excel - except in sports, partly that the society teaches short-term gratification, partly the impression that science or mathematics won't buy you a sports car, partly that so little is expected of students, and partly that there are few rewards or role-models for intelligent discussion of science and technology - or even for learning for it's own sake. Those few who remain interested are vilified as nerds or geeks or grinds. But there's something else. I find many adults are put off when young children pose scientific questions. 'Why is the Moon round?', the children ask. 'Why is grass green?', 'What is a dream?', 'How deep can you dig a hole?', 'When is the world's birthday?', 'Why do we have toes?'. Too many teachers and parents answer with irritation, or ridicule, or quickly move on to something else. 'What did you expect the Moon to be? Square?' Children soon recognize that somehow this kind of question annoys the grown-ups. A few more experiences like it, and another child has been lost to science.

Sorry about that. For years, my sister has labored under the impression that she’s funny. My father and I have humored her in this.” Rylann waved this off. “No apology necessary. She’s just protective of you. That’s what siblings do—at least, I assume it is.” “No brothers or sisters for you?” Kyle asked. Rylann shook her head. “My parents had me when they were older. I asked for a sister every birthday until I was thirteen, but it wasn’t in the cards.” She shrugged. “But at least I have Rae.” “When did you two meet?” “College. We were in the same sorority pledge class. Rae is…” Rylann cocked her head, trying to remember. “What’s that phrase men always use when describing their best friend? The thing about the hooker and the hotel room.” “If I ever woke up with a dead hooker in my hotel room, he’d be the first person I’d call. A truer test of male friendship there could not be.” Rylann smiled. “That’s cute. And a little scary, actually, that all you men have planned ahead for such an occasion.” She waved her hand. “Well, there you go. If I ever woke up with a dead hooker in my hotel room, Rae would be the first person I’d call.” Kyle rested his arms on the table and leaned in closer. “Counselor, you’re so by the book, the first person you’d call if you woke up next to a dead hooker would be the FBI.” “Actually, I’d call the cops. Most homicides aren’t federal crimes, so the FBI wouldn’t have jurisdiction.” Kyle laughed. He reached out and tucked back a lock of hair that had fallen into her eyes. “You really are a law geek.” At the same moment, they both realized what he was doing. They froze, eyes locked, his hand practically cupping the side of her cheek. Then they heard someone clearing her throat. Rylann and Kyle turned and saw Jordan standing at their table. “Wine, anyone?” With her blue eyes dancing, she set two glasses in front of them. “I’ll leave you two to yourselves now.” Rylann watched as Jordan strolled off. “I think you’re going to have some explaining to do after I leave,” she whispered to Kyle. “Oh, without a doubt, she’s going to be all up in my business over this.

I’ve gotta go back to the palace,” she sighed and my heart sank for her. “You’d better save some of that bourbon for your birthday tomorrow.” “Nah, no drinking tomorrow, Tory. It’s the full moon.” “So you’ll get to read that diary all night long like a total geek? Seems like your ideal day,” she said with a hopeful expression and I gave her a tight smile.

In a world overflowing with online shops, tech stores, and fast delivery services, it's easy to get lost in the noise. Everyone promises "the best" prices, "unbeatable" service, and "quick" delivery—but few actually live up to the hype. For me, one brand consistently proves that it's more than just a retail chain. That brand is Best Buy. Whether it's upgrading my home office setup, helping a family member find the perfect TV, or getting a gaming console fixed at the last minute, Best Buy has been a go-to destination. And after years of shopping both in-store and online, I can say this with confidence: Best Buy never disappoints—and I highly recommend them to anyone. Here’s why. 1. A Reliable Shopping Experience—Every Single Time From the moment you walk into a Best Buy store, you know what to expect. Clean, well-organized aisles. Bright, welcoming lighting. And, more importantly, staff who actually know what they're talking about. Unlike some retail chains where it feels like you're interrupting someone’s break when you ask a question, Best Buy employees engage. They ask the right questions. They listen. They care. Whether you're a tech expert or someone who's just dipping their toes into a new hobby, you’re treated with respect and understanding. I remember walking into Best Buy to buy my first DSLR camera. I had done some research but was overwhelmed with the options. A Best Buy associate named Jeremy took almost 40 minutes to walk me through the differences between Canon and Nikon, helped me understand lens types, and even showed me how to clean the camera properly. That level of patience and genuine interest? Rare. 2. The Geek Squad – Tech Help When You Need It Most Let’s be honest: tech issues never happen at a convenient time. Whether it's a dead laptop right before a deadline or a broken sound system hours before your party, tech problems are stressful. That’s where Geek Squad truly shines. Best Buy’s Geek Squad isn’t just a clever name; it's a lifeline. The team is fast, responsive, and knowledgeable. They've helped me with: Recovering data from a crashed hard drive (saved years of photos!) Setting up a smart home system from scratch Fixing a game console just days before a birthday party Their in-store support is top-notch, but what really impressed me was their home visit service. Scheduling is easy, and technicians always show up on time—rare for any in-home service these days. They explain everything clearly, never push unnecessary upgrades, and leave things working better than before. 3. Honest Advice, Not Just a Sales Pitch Let’s talk about trust. When you walk into a store, you don’t want to feel like you’re being sold something you don’t need. And yet, in many places, that’s exactly what happens. What sets Best Buy apart? Their employees don’t work on commission. That means when they recommend a product, it’s not because they’ll make an extra buck—it’s because it’s right for you. That’s a game-changer. A few months ago, I was looking for a new laptop. I had my eyes on a higher-end model, but the associate asked me how I planned to use it. After hearing I mostly write, browse the web, and do light photo editing, he recommended a mid-tier laptop that was hundreds of dollars cheaper—and just right for my needs. That honesty? Priceless. 4. Seamless Online and In-Store Integration We live in a hybrid world. Sometimes we shop online, sometimes in person. The beauty of Best Buy is that they’ve mastered both worlds and integrated them flawlessly. Order online, pick up in store? Smooth. Buy in store, need support later online? Easy. Want to chat with an expert virtually before committing? Available. I’ve placed orders at midnight and picked them up the next morning without a hitch. I’ve returned items purchased online at a local