its weird but normal

You know, recently the topic of whether or not I was "weird" came up. Well, actually, I don't think anyone allowed any actual debate on whether I was weird, but rather the discussion was on how weird I was and for how long.

A quick survey of the writings in my junior high yearbook allowed my wife the opportunity to realize my weirdness goes deep into my past. How deep? Well, I won't venture to say. I am sure much research could be done on the subject, but I am not using my milk money to fund that bogus science project.

No, I have other science projects in mind, like finally making one of those cool volcanoes that bubble up and erupt. I never got to make one of those. My most memorable science project was building various polyhedrons from cardboard and explaining to a class of 4th grade nerds (like myself) what exactly a polyhedron was (think polygon in 3-D).

So perhaps this wasn't about whether or not I was weird. Maybe they were wondering if they were to be considered weird for enjoying this site. Wait. I am being presumptuous. Maybe they are just wondering if they were to be considered weird for reading this site. I can't begin to imagine anyone would enjoy it. I certainly believe that some fascist countries could be using this site as a form of torture right now.

Well, back in the free-world, you do have a choice to read this or not. I don't have much of a choice in writing it. I put a great burden upon myself when I started this site. I thought no one would find it and the site would simply be another sign of how futile my web design efforts were. But people have found it (I should be careful and say that as "a person has found it" as I can't be sure there are more than one). And now that this one foolhearty soul has found it, I am at their mercy.

If they submit it, I will write.

If they come up with the 4 words, I will rack my brain for something to write. Hopefully it will be amusing. I can only pray that it won't be outright plagarism. And I will only assume that I haven't been writing with my fly open.

Anyways, it's late and I am tired. You should be asleep right now anyways, so I will only be bothering you with the tapping at the keyboard. Maybe I will write some more on this tomorrow, but then again, that lonely someone may have submitted another 4 words by then, and I will have no choice but to address those words as well.