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So, Comic-Con begins today, and what was once a niche haven to showcase comic books is now a gigantic marketing arm for Hollywood studios to generate buzz for new movies and TV shows.  Naturally, residents of San Diego hate the fact that their utopian beach town is overrun with pale ugly people and Twilight fans (a subhuman hybrid of nerd and conservative Christian by way of goth).  One story:

I was walking along the street this afternoon, passing several stores with a “San Diego Welcomes Comic Con International” sign in the windows, when I strolled past a patio with some men drinking beer. One guy, crew cut, big biceps, saw my Comic Con badge and yelled “Whoo-hoo, Comic Con!”

I whoo-hooed him back, then said, “You really hate us here, don’t you?”

“F*** you!” was the response.

If it had been later that night, I probably would have had a fist on my face. My advice to fellow geeks: travel in packs.

Oh yeah, you need to tell geeks to travel in packs.  Just like springboks on the Serengeti need to be reminded to stay with the herd.  “Hey, watch out, springboks.  Lions might be inclined to eat you.  You should run if you see them.  You’re welcome.”