Post by Skytteflickan88 on Aug 15, 2008 8:55:03 GMT -5
Were on the top five.
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Rabidity: Whedonists
Like the Trekkies, this group has some issues regarding their individual nerd nomenclature. Some take issue with the term "Trekkies" and prefer to be called "Trekkers." And I made the mistake just last night of calling a beloved Wedonist a "Whedonite." Yet another Whedonite deemed the term "Whedonist" as "so stupid." I'm not sure I follow the logic but I've never really been sure what to make of the Joss Whedon universe (or 'verse). I'm not exactly a Whedonite or a Whedonist. Whedon is a rather prolific fellow. He dabbles in movies, TV, comics ... even the internet. I saw Serenity a few years ago and thought it was solid and fun. But I still didn't get it.
I will say that the force is very strong with Whedon. His fans are one rabid crew. Last year when I went to Comic-Con a Whedonist looked at me as if I was from another planet when I made the mistake of asking her what that Chinese writing on her shirt meant. This was more than a few blocks from the convention center in what I thought was the Green Zone, at some pizza joint around the corner from my hotel. But immediately I knew I wasn't in safe territory. The room just stopped. The record in the jukebox skipped. I was outnumbered and out-geeked. When I turned to fellow Film.com colleague Laremy Legel for help he just took two steps back, looked at me, and shook his head. I felt like Veronica Cartwright at the end of Kaufman's Invasion of the Body Snatchers.
They also talk really weird, these Whedonists. My girlfriend adds "y" to the end of everything because of her affliction. The "y" will even substitute "ly" in many occasions. I can be stubborny, drunky or sicky. After much pleading I finally broke down and watched Firefly. Yeah, I loved it. Now I'm Browncoaty.
Copied from www.film.com/movies/story/the-five-most-rabid-fanbases/11597472/22494925
Rabidity: Whedonists
Like the Trekkies, this group has some issues regarding their individual nerd nomenclature. Some take issue with the term "Trekkies" and prefer to be called "Trekkers." And I made the mistake just last night of calling a beloved Wedonist a "Whedonite." Yet another Whedonite deemed the term "Whedonist" as "so stupid." I'm not sure I follow the logic but I've never really been sure what to make of the Joss Whedon universe (or 'verse). I'm not exactly a Whedonite or a Whedonist. Whedon is a rather prolific fellow. He dabbles in movies, TV, comics ... even the internet. I saw Serenity a few years ago and thought it was solid and fun. But I still didn't get it.
I will say that the force is very strong with Whedon. His fans are one rabid crew. Last year when I went to Comic-Con a Whedonist looked at me as if I was from another planet when I made the mistake of asking her what that Chinese writing on her shirt meant. This was more than a few blocks from the convention center in what I thought was the Green Zone, at some pizza joint around the corner from my hotel. But immediately I knew I wasn't in safe territory. The room just stopped. The record in the jukebox skipped. I was outnumbered and out-geeked. When I turned to fellow Film.com colleague Laremy Legel for help he just took two steps back, looked at me, and shook his head. I felt like Veronica Cartwright at the end of Kaufman's Invasion of the Body Snatchers.
They also talk really weird, these Whedonists. My girlfriend adds "y" to the end of everything because of her affliction. The "y" will even substitute "ly" in many occasions. I can be stubborny, drunky or sicky. After much pleading I finally broke down and watched Firefly. Yeah, I loved it. Now I'm Browncoaty.
