You think Spring Break is a malfunction in your equipment.
You walk into a room and have the urge to straighten all the crooked hanging pictures.
You feel that you must demonstrate mental superiority and master of all subjects to all of those around you.
You take a cruise so you can go on a personal tour of the engine room.
You have a strange inclination to play with gadgets - play meaning to add features.
You think the heroes of "Apollo 13" were the mission controllers.
You look at a remote control and wonder what it takes to turn it into a stun gun.
You wonder if some sort of Teflon coating would make showering superfluous.
You view the world as a toy box full of sub optimized and feature-poor toys.
You know that there are 10 types of people in the world - those who understand binary and those who dont.
You define your ego by how smart you are and how many cool devices you own.
Instead of saying its raining, you say the land is being irrigated with seawater desalinated by fusion power.
You feel that after ideal temperature and decency requirements, the objective of clothing has been met.
You see a good design and you have to make it better.
You know how to take the cover off your computer and you're not afraid to do it.
Your favorite James Bond character is Q.
Despite distractions and even physical exhaustion or illness, you just can't walk away from an unsolved problem. The problem has become personal; it's a battle between you and the laws of nature.
You have modified your can opener to be microprocessor driven.