One's a guy as obsessed with type as me. He went to UCSC and graduated as a philosophy major. And has been literally homeless ever since. He can go on and on about how much Bakersfield sucks.
And the other is the rockin'est geekiest girl I have ever met. Two minutes into our first conversation she was talking about watching TRON on DXM with her friends on stolen projectors. And she kept calling my Jan Tschichold ripoff business card 'hot'. She says also says 'rock on' at the end of conversations and knew the 1:4:9 ratio of a monolith of the top of her head. She then complained about not remembering an obscure character from Star Wars due to extreme lack of sleep.
Guess which one is my favorite? = )
Oh, the half is the dykey-type I sat next to last