Showing posts from August 6, 2009

Where Is The Weird?

If there's weirdness in Granada Hills, it's under deep cover.

I used to see occasional flashes of very mild weirdness here, but they seem to have disappeared. It's been a couple of years since I saw that duo of cyclists who regularly rode around on a penny-farthing and a unicycle together, and the lady who rode through the neighborhood on a chariot pulled by her Great Dane seems to have desisted as well. A family in my neighborhood has a school bus mounted on monster truck tires, but they never seem to parade it around as much as they rightfully should.

I think there's two major types of weirdness in the world: what I term "Type A" weird, the type that some wear on their sleeve (Look at how very weird I am: I drive an art car!), and then "Type B" weird, which is type that you have to scratch the surface to get to (I wear polos and Dockers but I've published 17 books on UFO's).

I respect both types of weirdos, but obviously, the A's are…