More of an amused rant than an irritated one, but here goes:
Recently returned to university, and one thing I did as soon as I was capable was signing up with various clubs and societies. Amongst them was the Sci-Fi society, for it does a man's soul good to walk amongst his own once in a while.
Week one: Empty room at the tima and place we were told to meet, and no contact for the next five days. Until then, theories amongst the bewildered were bandied around, primarily amounting to alien abduction. It would have been thematically-ppropriate, after all.
Week two: Finally encountered the Sci-FiSoc's regular members at the meeting (no abduction this time), and mein Gott, they are the most hopeless bunch of social incompetents I have encountered in my life. One third were busy metaphorically slapping their geek-schlongs in the faces of all and sundry, one third were demonstrating their disconnect from reality in the most alarming ways possible (one, a bald, bespectacled chap who looked about thirty, stared intently at my right ear whenever I opened my mouth, and communicated only in short, infrequent bursts of overloud, incoherent word-vomit), and the remaining thirty-three per cent were huddled in corners, lookming deeply intimidated. Also, the conversation turned with horrible inevitability to the mechanics of anal sex with ferrets.
On the plus side, free pizza and a near-infinite potential source of bizarre anecdotes. Whether this compensates, I have no idea.