Welcome to... the Dork Side?

Ruf and I spent last Saturday at a sci-fi convention. While wandering around the exhibit hall, I was stopped by the people in a fairly empty-looking booth. They started telling me about their comedy show they'd be performing this week, I can get in free if I wear my costume (what costume???), and here, would I like to join the Army of Dorkness?

They gave me their spiel, then I looked at them and said, "Wow. I don't know if I should be offended or not!" I mean, here they were talking about nerdity and armies of dorkness and offering me membership in their geeky whatever. I am not a nerd. (Although Ruf reminded me later that I was at a sci-fi convention!) The guy doing all the talking had the grace to blush a bit and get all flustered, while the others in the booth started cracking up. He stammered, "But you're in the 501st!" pointing at my t-shirt.

Oh. That.

I explained that my husband is in the 501st Legion; I am not. I just wear the t-shirt so it's obvious that I'm with the stormtroopers. (That means people let me into places where I'm not supposed to be.) Ruf appeared at that very moment, so they started offering him their Army of Dorkness and whatnot. They gave him a card and invited him to come to their comedy thing.

Ruf decided to go last night. He wore his armor, worked the crowd before and after the show, and had a great time. He said they were hilarious. And they gave him some free tickets so his non-nerdy wife can go with him next time. You can check out their website, in fact.

In addition to the free tickets, Ruf was given this hilarious t-shirt:



He'll wear it with pride.