I’m curious… where did people that could do a bit of easy math live before the intratubes forced them to become sun-starved basement dwellers? The cheapest apartment near a comic book store I suppose. Mom went soft after the cold war ended so I got to move back home, putting my futon and C64 in the cellar. I sprung for my own phone line so my Compuserve connection wouldn’t get cut when someone needed the phone upstairs.
I don’t know about you other nerds, but there is a good reason for my ghastly pallor: I’m afraid that ginger-haired chest-thumpers will give me a noogie.