Welcome to Nerdsville

We have our own language. We really do. If any of you sane folk walked into our movie watching parties, you would probably walk right back out. "They're speaking Klingon! I swear!" Of course, there is no need for swearing; that is entirely inappropriate in this instance.

Things like: "He would get along really well with Hal 9000!" To which I respond: "Oh, you just wait an see." "Those models remind me of Star Wars." "Why do people keep falling apart in movies this year?" "That was TOTALLY like Alien!" "2009 was recorded as having the most vomiting in movies for any given year."

It's not like we care. We're... fellowshipping. I think that is one of those things that people often miss, especially with nerdy guys. We are having a blast. This is how we interact. We actually make memories that we will remember years from now. Case and point: I still remember making fun of "Babette's Feast" and the vampire olives. That was over a year ago. Still a fond memory.

So next time you see a bunch of us walking around, talking gibberish, don't pity us, don't laugh at us. Laugh WITH us! Or perhaps... pity yourself, and that fact that you don't have friends that will laugh with you. I'm blessed. I wouldn't see it any other way.

Sincerely,
JSTT