I recently got back from Abbott’s Magic Get-Together. It was great and very much like a large family reunion.
At this convention, there is a group of us that always have a bonfire on night 3 of the convention. We call ourselves the International Sacred Order of the Racoon Zombie (ISORZ).
Our organization is dedicated to anarchy, and complete stupidity. We have a short list of rules, the first being, “There are no rules”. The second: “In an emergency, refer to rule #1.” We also have the ritual of vanishing the “Sacred Scotch” which, by the way, may not be scotch.
Every year we induct new members by not voting for them because only members not present may vote.
Anyway, this is just a silly group of us that love to get together during this convention every year and spread some crazy silliness. This years gathering was awesome and much falling down ensued. It got me wondering what silly groups do SDMB members belong to just for the fun of it (Excluding any regular Dopefests… we all know about them.)
Oh, sure. Let’s see… I’m an elk, a Mason, a communist. I’m the president of the Gay and Lesbian Alliance for some reason… ah, here it is. The Stonecutters.
I would have been a member of the Burger King Kid’s Club had I ever sent in my temporary membership. I am also a Lifetime member of the World Footbag Orginization.
Newest pikeman for the Army of Gustavus II Adolphus here. It’s another group of historical reenactors but they do Thirty Years War instead of the American Civil War. Also kinda fun since they do a couple events around the history of Swedish colonies in and around Delaware.
It don’t get much more silly than that, but I can’t wait to get in costume.
Back in my university days, I shelled out 10p for life membership of the Junularo Esperantista Skota, or Young Scottish Esperantists. A sillier organization I have yet to come across. And I’ve been involved in mediaeval reenactment. (Hmmm. I wonder what happened to the rest of them? <Wanders off, going all nostalgic…>)
A Jeff Hardy fan site. I’d watch over teenage girls as they obsessed about his newest hair color or the fact Lita was standing to close to him.
I’ll go dig a hole and hide myself now.
I run with “Hansestadt Hamburg Hash House Harriers (Hummel Hummel)” or H7 for short.
Hashers are “drinkers with a running problem”, we meet to run, drink, sing hair-curlingly dirty songs and misbehave in general. Sometimes we travel abroad to meet other hashers and run, drink, sing etc. etc. Good fun, hard on the body.
Once a year I go to the Skanderborg Rock Festival in Denmark to hang out with “Buskbrölerne” (“the Bush-Roarers”, it seemed funny at the time) - it’s really nothing but a pitiful excuse for a bunch of IT people in their thirties to meet and act as if they can still drink like they could in their twenties. Apparently there’s some music as well. (It’s less than a week away, YAY!)
Although a friend of mine and I are considering putting together our own version of the Them. She’d be Adam, I’d be Pepper, we’d just need a Brian and a Wensleydale.
Naturally I’m a DNRC member. I’m a member of The Daily Drool, a newletter/email group of basset owners. I rarely actually read it though. I think I signed up for a Jelly Belly fan club once.
And because my husband, in a fit of largesse, signed us up for a joint lifetime membership, I’m a member of the International Wood Collectors Society. That’s actually a serious organization, but I find my membership in it a hoot.
I guess you could also count Jr League, since the image is the antithesis of everything about me and it’s fricking hilarious that I’d be a Junior Leaguer. But the organization is hardly a joke, and I take it seriously because we accomplish a lot and damn, it’s expensive.
Also, I was once a paid member of the Society for the Restoration and Preservation of Red M & Ms. Remember when they pulled them off the market?
Well, dragwyr, the only silly group I am a member of is the International Brotherhood of Magicians. We have this ritual where if we need to show someone we have four playing cards, rather than just spread and show them, we count them one at a time.
