Today I was called a dork by email. 

I’m usually called a dork, and it happens multiple times a day.  Less often by email, but it occurs nonetheless.  Mostly I’m called a dork to my face (my preference).  Sometimes they say “dork!” lovingly, with a smirk or a smile, and other times they say DORK! as in “SMART ASS!”  In High School I was Supreme Ultra Powerful Almighty Dork (SUPA-Dork for short).

You might not believe me when I claim my dorktitude.  Well, I’ll have you know, I’m wearing a shirt that proves it.  Imagine coming to work and meeting someone wearing a shirt like this:

Still not convinced?  Ok, how about this.  I took a picture of my friend’s trip odometer reading when it turned 1111.

There seems to be no limit to my dorkosity.

I’ll even use my own blog to brag about ALMOST getting 100% on a Guitar Hero II Expert song - just missing a couple demon notes at the end.

Join in the fun, won’t you?  Here are some terms used to describe my dorkiness - I’d love it if you could add more: 

1. Wayne is the DorkMaster. 
2. Wayne suffers from a massive Dorkoma.
3. Everyone else suffers from Wayne’s massive Dorkoma.
4. DORKWAD stands for “Dork, Wayne A Dork”
5. Wayne is dorkalicious.
6. All hail the dorktastic Wayner!