We had a Margarita’s get together on Friday night with the Geography-Anthropology alumni, plus Professor Primate and her husband. The group was large and, with the exception of said husband, entirely female, which I am sure confirms some deep-seated suspicion that females are predominantly drawn to the ‘soft sciences’. To which I might say something snappy about the female brain being better equipped to handle nuance. But that’d be mean, right?

Toward the end of the night Katherine and I got into a conversation about TV shows, from the hug-ably adorable Ned on Pushing Daisies, to where we thought LOST had jumped the shark, and how, in her opinion, Kat thought that the third season of Heroes actually made the show somewhat redeemable, which led into a discussion of good movies and books in the sci-fi/fantasy genre. We both agreed that The Host did for monster movies what 28 Days Later did for the zombie flick, and that above all, Neil Gaiman is an absolute genius.

And that was when we looked up to see that everybody else had migrated to the other end of the table, proving that it is yet possible to outgeek the other geeks.