Sam, Neal and Bill are gathered around the Weir kitchen table, and Bill explains their bet, saying he will drink anything for $10. He's obviously put a lot of thought into this, though, because he launches into a long list of things he won't drink, including anything from the bathroom, or the garage, or from under the sink. "I'm just trying to win ten bucks here; I don't want to die." Sam and Neal agree, and Sam hands him the blindfold -- a winter hat that Bill puts on, but not before commenting that he doesn't want to mess up his hair. Hee hee. That leads me to wonder about how the hairstyling crew feel about their jobs, and whether it's more fun to style hair to look good or to look...well, like the geeks' hair does. Sam hands Bill a pair of clunky old headphones, and Bill puts them on warily, saying, "I'm trusting you guys." Once the headphones are in place, Neal says they have to mix up something that will make Bill barf. Sam doesn't want Bill barfing in the same kitchen where Mrs. Weir prepares dinner. Neal says, "If we're not trying to make him barf, why are we doing this?" Good question. Bill points out that he can hear everything they're saying, so Neal tells him to hum. Bill hums about as well as he does anything else, which is to say, not very well at all. He's good at making me laugh, though. Sam and Neal start throwing various foodstuffs into the blender, and Neal shares a touching reminiscence: "My cousin once drank an entire jar of pickle juice. He had to sit on the toilet for ten hours." Thanks, Neal. I'm a little freaked because most of the stuff they're throwing into the blender are things I like: mustard, vinegar, soy sauce, chili. I guess I could do without the non-dairy creamer and the after-dinner mints, though. They mix it all up and pour out a glass. The end result looks kind of like Clamato. Bill won't drink until he sees some cash on the table. He takes a swig and I can see what's coming but it's funny anyway when Bill declares, "Not bad." Then again, Bill could be reading from my computer networking textbook and he'd still have me on the floor.
We cut to the opening credits with the cool Joan Jett song, which makes me remember that her concert was the first one I ever saw. One of the friends who went with us was twelve, and her mother wouldn't let her go without a chaperone, so my dad volunteered. As soon as Joan came on stage, everyone in the audience stood up, so my dad put some cotton in his ears and stood up too, to be polite. But then he's kind of a grown-up geek himself, which is only one of the reasons why I love the geeks on this show so much.