Mostly #2, here. Went to the "Classic Fantasy Reading Group" at Book People. Surprisingly, the Texas-hailed Conan/Robert Howard scholar that led the group was probably slightly less effective as a group leader than an amateur (Ama--from the root, "To love.") However, he was very learned, and neat to hear talking, but it was more a student-directed lecture. Still, neat, but three in a row and I think I'll back out of the group. We'll see.
Met The Most Annoying Person Ever. For one, he bobbed up and down when he spoke like a drinking-bird toy. It was creepy, and reminded me of my (brief) time period working at the state school. Second, he kept derailing the group to talk about relative height of actors, Israelies, D&D Barbarians, the movies by the same director as the Conan film. Third, and this is a "prissy self-superior English Major" moment, he stated and restated the blindingly obvious. Sigh.
But worse--even worse than the fact that one of the first things he said was "I'm a gamer, but I don't have time because I'm a Graduate Student," and later told me he was the "Great White Hope," which even in a joking way is something you let your audience warm up to before springing that one, not that I could ever bitch too much about egotism--was that he started following me and misternihil around the store, yattering. I had to shut a book in his hands before he started reading aloud from it. Eventually we
Next book: Tarzan of the Apes. You know what this means--yet more loincloth jokes. Crom!