trivial insight: i hate large groups of people having fun because i don't have fun in large groups of people. this explains my twitching/jerking/sabotage-centered reaction to, say, spec week[end], as well as orientation and the like. i always thought it was related to the inherent fake-ness (falsity, fauxity, etc) of the interactions therein observed, but no, i'm just a socially maladjusted grinch.
which is funny, in a way--i'm bitter because other people are having fun and i'm not.
speaking of which, there are 50,000 people in parrish parlors, with food and mehndi and good cheer. a plague on all their houses, says i. ten plagues. with a mighty hand and an outstretched arm. yeah, that'll do the trick.