Thtatuth thimbles?
I’ve been playing various geek games for over twenty years now. If I’ve learned nothing else, it’s this: Don’t try to explain it to nongamers. You can’t. So now, whenever anyone asks, I’ll answer extremely briefly and try to change the subject. I guess a lot of people looooooove to go on and on about their hobbies, because whoever asked is always genuinely surprised that I don’t start running my mouth like there’s a sale on words.
Seriously, I can’t have a meaningful conversation about Magic (or any other geeky game) with a nongamer. It’ll be frustrating to me and boring to them.
Don’t be, Ive got over 250 fimbles and believe me some of them are worth plenty. 
I have fimbles made of Gold, Silver, Wood, Brass and most everything else you can think of.
Did I mention that I also collect owls?
Not live ones y’unnerstand 
Posters on nit-picky message boards? 
Genius.
I say the vast majority of philosophy enthusiasts are insufferable.
I collect owls too. And I sponsor an owl at a rehab center. Lemme tell you, once owls get hooked, it’s just not a pretty sight.
I generally don’t talk about collecting owls, unless I notice a lot of owls in someone’s decor. I mean, what is there to say, other than I like finding owl-shaped things?
Right, that does it. Make a saving throw. :mad:
I’m going to share something with you all that might come as a bit of a shock, but Gun Collectors think that other Gun Collectors who don’t collect the same sorts of guns as them are Boring Wankers™.
For example, Bob and I both collect old Military Surplus rifles, so I’d be fascinated to hear about his 1918 M1903 Springfield, just as he’d no doubt want to know more about my 1918 SMLE Mk III*…
But I just don’t get people who collect “Modern” guns. All Winchester Model 700s look exactly alike to me, as do most modern sporting rifles. I don’t see how anyone could collect Browning A-5 shotguns or AR-15 clones… but the people who collect Browning A-5s and AR-15s don’t generally understand why people would want to collect “Old Junk” like Mausers, Lee-Enfields, Mosin-Nagants, Garands, etc…
I find your average D&D player really hot. It’s that whole geek thing I think. Same goes for WoW’s and Eqers. Hot. There’s just something about a nice geek fellow who knows the rules of D&D I find irresistable.
On the other hand, who give me the synposis of movies that I’m never going to see and go into minute detail, you’ll have me tuning out in seconds. And for that matter never verbally replay any kind of sport. That polite half smile I have? I’ve tuned out. It’s not for the game.
I think you could clone yourself and your likes and dislikes and dole them out to the globe…you’d make more money than GOD!
Anyone who collects things that I’m not interested in are boring wankers when they talk about them.
But people who are interested in the same geeky pursuits that send me into paroxysms of joy are scintillating raconteurs!
Historical recreationsits can be prety wanyfesty - especially rev war or civ war. I mean, I know someone who took his handmade costume apart and resewed it with handspun hand dyed blue linen thread [insteaad of the brown handspun hand dyed linen thread] because some other wanker determined the reason that the only extant copy of that particular uniform had actually been made with blue thread. They thought it was brown thread because the dye faded [!]
I agree about sports. About the only sports I will watch are some of the olympics, otherwise I am of the opinion dont talk, play the damned game…
Though the other wow player in my office do talk about wow, we play together occasionally when we are out of work, and we discuss strategy and the tricks we have learned in game, jus tlike we would chat about them if we were playing in game together.
Beatles collectors are some of the most boring, tedious wankers I’ve ever encountered. I ought to know, I’ve been buying stuff from them for decades. Of all the BC I’ve known, the number of them I’ve wanted to have as personal friends is 0.
The worst kind are the ones who wind up on TV because of their obsession. There’s a CBS program on Paul McCartney’s concert in Chicago in 1990 where they did all this background stuff. You see a party of 40-somethings, all pudgy and losing their hair, in somebody’s apartment, all decked out in Beatles decor (both the people and the apartment). They’re psyching themselves up to go to the concert by caterwauling Beatles songs off-key. They’re creepy and embarrassing to those of us who wouldn’t think of doing any of that.
Some of us are fans, some of us are serious hobbyists. And then there’s the Wanker Brigade. They make the rest of us look bad.
I find body building enthusiasts to be the worst. they manage to combine the tedium of over-analyzing a personal hobby with red-hot effrontery of raging narcissm. Yeah, there’s nothing like listening to some beef-head explaining in great detail how his excercise regimen gave hime the most rippling delts in the tri-county region. Wanna impress me? Try scratching your own back.
Trout Fishermen
Civil War Reenactors
Genealogists
Audiophiles
Scooterists
Can’t really beat the OP’s choice.
Frigging audiophiles. You’ve just spent $20,000 on a new system, down to voodoo-powered “specially tuned” cables so you can…listen to fucking Kenny G and repeatedly play the podracing scene from Star Wars Episode I over and over.
Oh come on, that’s funny.
I’m gonna have to go with poets.
The sad thing is that we know we’re tedious wankers and yet we still talk about it.
I’m surprised the traditional and most laughed-at one hasn’t been mentioned yet: trainspotters.
I’m a rail enthusiast. I love trains and everything to do with railways. I’m knowledgeable on the subject, and I participate in forums and real life gatherings with like-minded folk. But if you non-railway people don’t get trainspotters, let me assure you that we don’t either.
What? You sit at the end of a platform to write down numbers? Just email me, and I can send you the detailed “inside” schedules, so you won’t need to. Or does that spoil the fun?
Tell me about the technical details of a locomotive and I’m interested. Tell me what time it went past your house and I’m not. It’s like a Jaguar enthusiast writing down plate numbers at the traffic lights. And it’s the reason I keep quiet about being interested in railways if I go to a party. I don’t wear an anorak.