A man walks into a bar and sits down. The bartender comes over, sniffs, says that he smells kind of nerdy, and asks him what he does for a living. The man says he drives a truck, and the smell is just from the computers he is hauling. The bartender says OK – truck drivers are not nerds, and serves him a beer. As he is sipping his beer, a skinny guy walks in with tape around his glasses, a pocket protector with twelve kinds of pens and pencils, and a belt at least a foot too long. The...