...I think it's an international language.
So I was at church tonight, and after the service I got a coffee and was talking to Phil the Tech Guy, who's really pretty cool. My friend Elizabeth also wandered up and began chattering about senior exit projects, and asked me what I was gonna do mine on.
"I'm thinking about doing something with science fiction as social commentary," I said, "since I wrote an original oratory on the subject last year, and --"
"Ha!" said Phil, looking amused. "You really need to talk to my sister. She was freaking out last night because she missed part of her Atlantis episode."
"Oooh!" I said, turning to said sister, who'd appeared near the booth. "You like Atlantis, then?"
"Yeah!" she exclaimed, eyes lighting up in the all-too-familiar way of people who've overheard their fandom mentioned. And we proceeded to launch into a co-ramble of epic proportions about flailing over Rodney and Ronon and Daniel Jackson, and how everyone in Atlantis should be paired with someone else, and how evil this week's cliffhanger was. It soon turned to discussions of working at libraries, fanfiction, National Novel Writing Month, and Star Wars Battlefront.
...This was, I believe, the first time I'd actually met Sarah (the sister in question), and within roughly thirty seconds we'd pretty much bonded.
I am firmly and completely convinced that the language of Fangirl knows absolutely no bounds. ^__^