No friggin' way.

No self-respecting geek would ever set foot in this.

No way, no how. Where's the Dilbert tear off calendar? Where are the coffee stains? The pile of CDs? Crappy, uh, I mean fantastic art from the kids? Giant ball of rubber bands? That place sucks. So does this one and especially this one, too.



Here's what a real geek's cube looks like:

Note the "Great One" coffee. The nasal sprays. Wires askew. The iPod and giant black headphones. The thousand page techie tomes. This is where work gets done.... occasionally.