Many things have been compared to a brick, mainly as a tribute to their intellect or to their aerodynamic characteristics.
That was when I realised a sad but incontrovertible truth: I was a geek, and there was no getting around it. I could dress in Kate’s clothes, but it didn’t make me Kate.
Simon did not solve problems, he just shamed them into going away.
The coding was anachronistic, kind of like bokeh in a renaissance painting.
At the last moment, she remembered that her Master might be watching her and, knowing that good girls bend at the knees while bad girls bend at the waist, she picked up the cigar butt, as it were, in...
... there was one new metallic monstrosity stacked in one corner that she hadn’t seen the last time she was a visitor to his strange chamber, it appeared to be a mass of hard drives all fused together...
No one messes around with a nerd’s computer and escapes unscathed.
