Nerdfinger

Recently, the wife and I were discussing our strategy for my upcoming 35th Birthday Party, this coming Saturday, January 10th at Rancho de Stone Jackson (Bring presents) .

She turns and says to me, "You know, I can't recall the last time we had an adult shindig at our house."

"You're right," I say. "I'm not sure we ever held one at our old place in West Seattle." I do the math and, not counting family events, it's been 9 years or so since we have hosted an event for adult friends.

"I used to host parties all the time, back in my studio (in San Francisco) when I was single," Mrs. Jackson intones with a wistful look in her eye.

"Yeah, back when you were young and cool!" I snort like one of the eponymous zeros from my childhood.

"I was until you got your NERDFINGER on me!"

I stop. I rear my head back and laugh hysterically. What the hell?

"NERDfinger, eh? You're probably right..."

I'm like the dude below, but more Nerdy ...



Nerdfinger.
He's the man, the man with the geek touch.
A dork's touch.
Such a cold finger.
Beckons you to enter his web of sin
But don't go in.

Nerdy words he will pour in your ear,
But his lies can't disguise what you fear,
For a nerdened girl knows when he's kissed her,
It's the kiss of death from

Mister Nerdfinger.
Pretty girl beware of this heart of Nerd
This heart is word.

Nerdy words he will pour in your ear,
But his lies can't disguise what you fear,
For a nerdened girl knows when he's kissed her,
It's the kiss of death from

Mister Nerdfinger.
Pretty girl beware of this heart of nerd
This heart is word.

He loves only nerds,
Only nerds.
He loves nerds.
He loves only nerds,
Only nerds.
He loves nerds.