In a message dated 2/19/01 2:58:02 PM Eastern Standard Time, avona@jps.net writes:
<< Reason 5 mundanes don't get into fandom-- when you describe anything we do, it tends to sound extremely pathetic. It's knowing the fans that makes it all worth while. >>
About as pathetic as grown men and women wandering around hitting a tiny ball with a stick (golf) or chasing a slightly bigger ball around a concrete "court" (tennis) or rolling a great big heavy ball down a wooden corridor (bowling) or chasing a little ball up and down a field (football). Just about *any* hobby can sound pathetic to those who aren't interested in it. Some people like to catalog insects (B7 reference! <g>) and others like to catalog things in their favorite tv show. Where's the difference?
Annie
From: Ashton7@aol.com
<< Reason 5 mundanes don't get into fandom-- when you describe anything we do, it tends to sound extremely pathetic. It's knowing the fans that makes it all worth while. >>
About as pathetic as grown men and women wandering around hitting a tiny
ball
with a stick (golf) or chasing a slightly bigger ball around a concrete "court" (tennis) or rolling a great big heavy ball down a wooden corridor (bowling) or chasing a little ball up and down a field (football).
Damn damn damn. I spent half a nightmare of a shift thinking of something to post on these very same lines.
"Hello, mate." "Wotcha. Have a good weekend?" "Er... yeah. Yeah, it was alright." "Oh yeah. So what have you been up to then?" "Not a lot. Got together with some mates, y'know." "Yeah. And?" "Well, we found ourselves a bit of green, like, and ... er ... well, we kicked a ball around." "Pull the other one!" "No, really, we do it every week." "You're having me on! Kicking a ball around, I ask you." "There's rules and stuff." "Never heard anything so daft in me life. Not on Saturday, I hope." "Well, yeah, it was actually..." "It was pissing down all bleeding day." "Yeah, so? We got a bit muddy, that's all." "You must be out of your bleeding tree. Sounds right daft. And a bit dangerous too if you ask me." "Well, one bloke did break a collar bone, but, y'know, that's just one of the risks, like." "Only broke a collar bone? You ought to be locked up." "Aw, c',mon, mate, it's fun." "Kicking a ball about in the pouring rain and breaking your collar bone? You've got a right twisted idea of fun there, my son. You're well short of normal, you are." "I scored a goal." "You scored a what?" "A goal. Y'know, when you put the ball between these two posts, like." "So you kick a ball about and try and get it between two posts? I guess some people are just easily amused." "There's a bloke there trying to stop you and all. He's called the goalkeeper." "Fancy titles and all, eh?" "We've all got 'em. I'm a right back." "You're a right something, that's for sure. Why don't you do what everyone else does and write a PGP novel..."
Neil
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Neil Faulkner