In Which La Stranezza Observes the Fact that He’s Quite Odd
*Wearing my cool new tweed trilby* Some people are addicted to
heroin, some to Pinterest, but I’m addicted to buying strange
hats and then never wearing them because they don’t match my
clothes. Some people go as a promiscuous rabbit for Halloween,
some go as a ninja, but I go as Karl Marx. Some people like
action films where shit explodes and everything takes on a
strange phallic quality *cough cough* Michael Bay *cough*, some
people like gushy sentimental films starring Sandra Bullock and
that British guy whose name escape me (Grant Hugman?), but I
like stuffy period dramas where you don’t think there’s going to
be anything good but then Colin Firth starts cussing out
Geoffrey Rush or all of a sudden you see Juliette Binoche’s left
breast.  …Do you see the pattern here? I have a peculiar
predisposition towards the peculiar. I mean, it’s like if I try
to be normal this happens. Like the proverbial cheese of
destiny, I stand alone.  And the worst pa