On Saturday some form of Movie Nite was reanimated, as I ended up watching Pauly Shore is Dead with Brian, Eric, Albert, and Evrim. (Despite being pretty bad, it’s undoubtedly the best Pauly Shore movie in existence.) Afterwards we sat around and chatted; Albert eventually commented that that evening was one of the rare times (maybe the third, say) where he had been able to just sit and chat with a bunch of people in the United States.

He’s been here for two years.

Needless to say, that made me think (though the actual conversation steered back into irreverence soon afterwards): are we really so involved in our groups (of family, friends, coworkers, others with similar interests) that we don’t bother to even talk to other people? Or, perhaps, are we all so shy that we don’t bother traveling beyond our already-established social borders? (I’d peg myself in that latter category.)

Yes, Albert’s from Spain. His English is damn fine, however, and he’s a friendly, outgoing guy. We live in a liberal college town, fer crying out loud; I can’t imagine many places that should be more friendly towards people than this city.

And yet even this town has dropped the ball. I’m at a loss as to how that could happen, and am ultimately reduced to internet-speak: WTF?


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