I go weird at night, well, sort of. I stay up too late, which I never used to do when I was younger and went to bed at 9:30 or 10:00. I do my straight blogging in the morning, and my way weird blogging late at night (or is it very early in the morning?) Something in my head went "sproinggggg" a few years ago, and now everything is upside-down. But that was then, when things were normal. Now I have the Aliens.
Hey, I liked The X Files as much as anyone, though I don't think any of it exactly convinced me. But then came YouTube, and plenty weird shit. Most of these things look like animatronics, puppets, or just somebody's idea of a joke. But that big-headed one, you've gotta wonder. The long gangly body with the long fingers. I want to call Whitley Streiber and say, "Whitley, come home. We believe you now. All is forgiven."
