Other people go to Nimbus - I visit my family.
While the discussion-level about HP is certainly lower ("He's dead. Ha, ha!""What, don't you like him?") the entertainment value is undisputable.
I've been here not even six hours and we've already argued about the normal habitat of cicada, my one sister and her boyfriend decided to water the garden with the very loud rain-water-pump at 10:30 p.m., the other sister has shown me her newest purchase - the dvd collection of Monty Python's Flying Circus - and some comics about the correct use of apostrophes, I've seen the 'roof garden' (pots taped to the drainpipe) of smokeable herbs sister one and her boyfriend installed (at least in the last years they only abused the greenhouse), had to bodily pull away my mother from her new turning lathe as father decided that 9:00 p.m. was a good time to start preparing dinner and finished somewhere around 10:15 when she had just stated on the lid for some box she did before, I was forced to wake Kuno up (he's used to my schedule, if I'm not already sleeping at 11:00 , then I'm sitting quietly on my desk) to drag him to my uncle who wanted to say hello to me and the dog, ...
And people ask me where I get my weirdness from.