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Just this morning I was thinking of some of the advantages of hanging out with weirdos. Among other things, people who know they're strange, folks who realize they're far from the mainstream, unlike "normal" people, tend not to expect me to think the way they do. They usually recognize that my disagreement with their views of reality is neither a personal insult nor evidence that I should be committed to a mental institution--though many of them, just like those who consider themselves normal, assume as soon as I agree with their proposition X that I'll also agree with propositions Y and Z.

Of course, there are other reasons to associate with the beings out in left field. For one thing, they often have something to say. Which is why I was pleased to see at the library today the article The Way of the Wacko, which I could almost love for the title alone.

[2006 edit: article now here.]

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In other news, I'm still really, really tired.