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unbibiumI don't think I fit in with the local sci-fi group. And to tell the truth, maybe I'm glad.
I met there an old-timer geek. You know the kind; big white beard, but none of the accompanying wisdom and maturity. He was with a woman who could have been anywhere between 30 and 50 years old; a plain woman who didn't speak much. I don't even know if they were "together" together. They seemed to fight fiercely in the car as they were driving my home, but with social skills as stunted as theirs, I don't think I could read anything into that. She would pull into the left-turn land and he'd bark out "NO!" as if he were scolding a dog.
Also, they played a filk CD in that car. Filk is, well... imagine if a bunch of geeks doing cover songs in the style of Weird Al Yankovic, but not as funny and about Mystery Science Theater 3000. And when I got home, I watched "Exposure" on the sci-fi channel, which showed some bad amateur film about what it's like to be a redshirt ensign on Star Trek. I probably would have thought all this was really awesome when I was 13. But, no.
It's a mixed blessing, I suppose. Unlike most intelligent loners, I wasn't involved in the "community" when I was growing up; didn't have any D&D-playing friends to get me properly indoctrinated, so I wasn't raised in a culture where singing "Phantoms of Filk" to the tune of "Sultans of Swing" might be at all rewarding. So I have no reason to turn my adult life into an extended childhood.
I met there an old-timer geek. You know the kind; big white beard, but none of the accompanying wisdom and maturity. He was with a woman who could have been anywhere between 30 and 50 years old; a plain woman who didn't speak much. I don't even know if they were "together" together. They seemed to fight fiercely in the car as they were driving my home, but with social skills as stunted as theirs, I don't think I could read anything into that. She would pull into the left-turn land and he'd bark out "NO!" as if he were scolding a dog.
Also, they played a filk CD in that car. Filk is, well... imagine if a bunch of geeks doing cover songs in the style of Weird Al Yankovic, but not as funny and about Mystery Science Theater 3000. And when I got home, I watched "Exposure" on the sci-fi channel, which showed some bad amateur film about what it's like to be a redshirt ensign on Star Trek. I probably would have thought all this was really awesome when I was 13. But, no.
It's a mixed blessing, I suppose. Unlike most intelligent loners, I wasn't involved in the "community" when I was growing up; didn't have any D&D-playing friends to get me properly indoctrinated, so I wasn't raised in a culture where singing "Phantoms of Filk" to the tune of "Sultans of Swing" might be at all rewarding. So I have no reason to turn my adult life into an extended childhood.
