My terrible secret...
For the past five years I’ve spent my weekends motoring round the UK with a load of nerds to look at insects. We sit in our cars and chat about the new Star Trek movie, whether Transformers Two will live up to the hype, and poo-poo the crap science behind Star Wars (warp drive indeed, do me a favor, mate). We also wonder what it would feel like to talk to a member of the opposite sex, let alone actually touch one. (There was that time Eric accidentally tripped and stumbled headlong into a ladies chesticles because he lost his specs, but that doesn’t technically count as a sexual encounter, no mater what Eric says).

When we get to our destination we disembark, take a shitload of photos of the colonies of insects we find and post our results on the internet. Graphs. Graphics. Pie charts. Its great fun. Gets me out and about. But when I tell my non-nerdy, non-insect obsessed mates about this activity they always ask: “Ohh? When’s it on the telly? I’ve been watching that show for years. I love it when someone brings in a piece of old crap they’ve had on their mantelpiece for years thinking it was worth something, only to find out it’s fucking junk. The look on their face is fucking priceless.”

Confuses the hell out of me, that does. I mean, all I usually say is: “I’m gonna be on the ant-geeks roadshow this weekend.”
( SpankyHanky, Mon 15 Jun 2009, 16:07, 3 replies)

*SPANG*
 
( bluemeat has been best of all the animals since, Mon 15 Jun 2009, 16:08, closed)

^^^^
Snap
(insomniac-surfer oh go on then, just this once, Mon 15 Jun 2009, 17:51, closed)

*Sigh*
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(Lythium deals in lead, my friend., Tue 16 Jun 2009, 12:51, closed)