My long-suffering husband puts up with a lot of geekiness, including piles of New Scientist magazines all over the house, the occasional drunken rant about creationism, and lots and lots of geeky friends.
For example, he came to join a group of us for after-work drinks on Friday night. The other people there were friends from my last job, all of whom have a science background. We got to talking about the wonderful BioRad PCR ad, and a few of us even sang the best part ("Who's Your Daddy?").
Hubby smiled politely.
On to another pub, with other, non-scientific, friends. And Hubby starts a conversation about an article he was just reading in New Scientist. Specifically, "the whacko files" - the ten craziest scientific experiments of all time, from the November 3rd issue (we have a backlog situation).
From the least geeky person in one group, to the geekiest in another...
Resistance is futile; the geek shall inherit the Earth.