Steve Ersinghaus

Nerd journalist Mark Anastasio reads the city:

Stepping out into the steets of San Diegos’ Gas Lamp Quarter this morning, we were taken aback by the smell of freshly scrubbed streets and the lack of pastey white geeks(not unlike myself) milling about in a merchandise induced stupor. Along the sides of the road lay the foamy reminents of city soap, diluted with fanboy drool, dandruff and keys to Mothers’ basements. It had seemed as though we’d gotten a headstart on them. The endless halls of B-list celebrities, video games, and comic books had surely tuckered them out. Yes, the anteaters of popular culture had surely slept in . . .

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