I come from a family of golfers and I can readily identify with this assessment.
Shush, you! You’re divulging my plans of world domination to the masses!
But seriously, Gamer Boys and Girls (the ones I have known anyways) have fabulous imaginations, and crack great, if geeky jokes, and appear, on the whole, to be a really sincere bunch of people. Maybe I’ve lead a sheltered life. 
Well, since not mentioned here, there’s 78 record collectors. I love obscure early recorded music, too, and popular music that came about on 78’s, because I love the music, but these guys can be so hyperfocused on the specifics of rarity, and “scoring” from someone’s attic that I just turn right off from it. There’s some that do it well, and release really great records from their finds ( see: http://www.oldhatrecords.com/), and some who are just geeks with it, trying to gain points with obscure tidbits, and, so, really tedious.
There may be car enthusiasts who are fun people. But I have twice run into Corvair enthusiasts (right: Corvair, not Corvette) and they have to be the worst. First, they are delighted by Corvairs, the all-time fucked-up loser car. Second, they have to talk about it, take pictures, etc.
Example: I owned a Corvair for two fun-filled months during which I got stranded in places like Guthrie, Oklahoma, because I had the bad taste to actually think I could drive somewhere in my Corvair. When I got to places I was inevitably soaked to the skin because the convertible top wouldn’t go up, and that was IF I got there, which wasn’t too likely. So I signed over the title and put a big note on it that said something like “AWFUL NONRUNNING CAR, currently sitting at 11th and Broadway, FREE,” and pinned it to the bulletin board in the student union.
The guy who took it tracked me down and spent a half hour trying to make sure I actually wanted to get rid of, nay, GIVE AWAY this fantastic vehicle. Yeah, take the fuckin’ car, do I have to pay you?
Then, two months later, he tracks me down AGAIN, with pictures of how he converted the Red Bitch into a dune buggy. LOTS of pictures. And–no, I don’t have to give them back, he made me my own set.
So I thought he was an isolated delusional crazy. Then years later I answered an ad for somebody who wanted a person to edit and desktop publish a newsletter, and it turned out to be a whole group of people who were fans, I mean fanatics, about Corvairs. A local club, that was part of a national club. Of course I did not realize until I went in for the interview that these were people who thought the Corvair was the greatest car ever and wanted to say so, in a newsletter, 11 times a year.
Whatever, but leave me the fuck out of it, you people are lunatics. I did not take the job. I figured there had to be saner people out there to work for.
OT: Does anyone ever want something like Mahler symphonies on 78? And weird-ass organ music? I ask because I have a milk crate of these things and would happily donate them to someone.
Maybe not the top of the pack, but I’ll throw poker players out there for consideration.
A few years ago, I had a lot of friends that played online, and boy did I get tired of hearing how such and such hand played out in great detail.
The edited highlights involve joining a recognised Historical Society or the Sporting Shooter’s Association of Australia and applying for a Firearms Licence, which involves doing a safety course, having a gun safe, being a member of an approved shooting club or historical society, and getting a permit from the police for each firearm.
There are restrictions on what you can and can’t own; I did an “Ask The…” thread on the subject ages ago… Ah, here it is: “Ask The Australian Gun Owner”
If you’re interested in the specifics feel free to PM me- I’m more than happy to explain it all as best I can!
God, my dad used to be one of these people. He went to a monthly meeting of the Corvair Club every month for about two years. Because I was 15, and I liked spending one-on-one time with my dad, I always went with him. Corvair fanatics are grade-A prime-cut CRAZY! There was a period in my life when I knew more about those damned cars than I ever needed to learn.
I’m one of those Fantasy Football freaks. I limit my time to free leagues–yeah, I go all crazy and I’m not even playing for money. I cannot even imagine what a nut I would be if money was on the line. I’d rather not find out.
If it’s 50’s -60’s weird-ass organ music, yeah there’s a market for it now. Name your artists. Mahler, dunno, but you should scoot about E-bay before just tossing them.
Thank God for that.
Can I point out that even D&D players look down on live-action role-players?
Dude, everyone looks down on live-action role-players.
Except Furries. They’re at the bottom of the Geek Hierarchy, I believe. 
I used to work for an “audiophile” company. The engineer (who lived 3500 miles away from the manufacturing facility) would claim to “hear” differences between components that could not be measured by the VERY EXPENSIVE test equipment we had on the site.
It always endend up with a meeting in the office with graphs and hand waving.
Me, being in the finance end of the business, proposed either selling off the test kit or stop the goddamn transcontinental flights. Pick one or the other and stick with it.
Strangest business I’ve ever been involved with.
People who excitedly report stories of ghosts and paranormal phenomena. If in a group, the next one always tops the previous story teller:
“My aunt swears that the night my grandfather died, her dog started barking for no reason at all at 3AM. That was exactly the same time that grandpa died, 1500 miles away.”
“That’s nothing! The night after my mother died, my bedroom light kept flickering on and off. It was my mother returning to tell me a few things she’d forgotten to say before her death.”
“One night after my dog Rex died, I heard scratching on my bedroom door. I got up to open the door and felt a tail brush against my legs as the ghost of Rex walked by me and took his place at the foot of my bed. I didn’t see him, but I heard him and felt him.”
“My house is haunted by Mrs. Bowman, a woman who was murdered there decades ago. She wanders during the night begging us to bring her attacker to justice. Sometimes I catch a glimpse of her nightgown as she goes up the stairs.”
I’ve only heard these stories from women, teenagers to those in their later years.
A friend and I were talking about how we’ve only heard women tell these stories, and then the friend went on to tell one of her own!
the “open source” brigade
hours long diatribes on the evils of Microsoft and how they’ve written their own personal word processing system and it’s better because it isn’t bloatware (it also doesn’t work, but that’s merely a detail in your mind). followed by line by line explanations of brilliant coding they’ve done.
I’ll make an exception in your case, you’d look kinda cute in a glass display case
Even other gaming geeks think so.
Eh, what would I know? I’ve only been playing the fucking game since 1979. 
What would you listen to? The Dire Straits kick ass. Knopfler’s guitar work is really good. Are you one of those guys who only listens to jazz or classical? I think classical music people can definitely be a candidate for this thread. And jazz - which has basically elevated to the level of classical at this point, in terms of prestige and pretension - also has its share of blowhards.