“Welcome aboard! I’m O.G. Wells, H.G. Wells’s long-lost bicycle mechanic. I’ve travelled through time via the Einstein-Rosenburg bridge that opened up between a certain Swiss particle collider and the singularity that dropped into my toilet this morning, April 13, 1895.
I’m here today to guide your brains to a gathering of people who wear glasses all the time despite only needing them for driving, a thriving beer hall spirit of robust intellectual fraternitas and sororitas in a town of government retirees that rust perfectly good chrome. Welcome to a fun way to pass time, muse about the future past-and-present, and leave the cat some time alone to lick its butt.
I get serious at the angle, all jokes aside. Cheers!
Meet weekly over drinks to theorize about, fantasize over, and make amateur sketches of functional machines, Millennium Prize proofs, and dysfunctional ex-lovers All walks of life, levels of knowledge, and humidities of humor welcome. This is mainly a fun way to hang out, direct some creative energy, and feel smart (or incredibly under-qualified) about something. Led by O.G. Wells, H.G.’s lesser-known brother and bicycle mechanic.