My husband is a geek. (That's not an insult-- He's proud of it!)
He's on the phone with his dad right now. They're curmudgeoning together about the stupidity of the news broadcasts. (It's how they bond.)
Changing the subject, he says, "Have you noticed how every surface is covered with a perfect, three-dimensional parabolic arc or dome? I just think that's really cool!"
When we first woke up this morning, he called me over to the kitchen window to point out the dome of snow on the post-light in front of our garage.