We've all seen it. A coffee shop filled with guys and girls with horn-rimmed glasses and a computer on their lap. They are drinking some kind of Bolivian-roast hooey, and viciously typing while listening to an iPod. What they are drinking is an overpriced cup of shit from a coffee shop that capitalizes on the fact that these people are complete fools/dorks/idiots/delusional graudurists/neophytes/elitists, anyone of these usually fits the bill. What they are typing is some awful screenplay about a coming of age drama using some seemingly deep metaphor as the backbone of the storyline. And what they are listening to is the newest flavor of the moment indie rock band or singer/songwriter they saw in Austin last weekend. They are usually well educated with a BA in Women's Studies or Psychology. They will be more than happy to talk about their political views, but chances are good they will never have anything good to say and will probably mention plans to move to Paris within the next year. Their ultimate goal is to move to California or New York to sell their screenplay. If they drink alcohol, it will be wine. Most of them have seen "Sideways" and have subsequently become wine experts. If you tell them you like Merlot, be prepared for an eye-roll and a lecture on the superiority of Pinot Noir. At this point you can usually scissor-kick them, because their eyes will be closed most of the conversation because of their passion for wine. If Edgar is handy, he can easily sneak behind them and perform the 'Thought Of Death.' 
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