Ohmigod, how funny. I can so relate to the Hate Man and his mantra. Since he does it, I won't have to. And the Roaring Guy, TOO TOO funny. How do these things start? Can you picture the very first time he opened a door and roared? Wouldn't you just love to know what was going through his mind that first time, and the time after, and the time after that? Wouldn't you like to try it, just once, and see how it goes?

T, if you're in Vegas, I envy you your local alternative weekly newspaper, the Las Vegas Weekly. Great paper, love the movie reviewer (head and shoulders above the ABQ Weekly Alibi guy, Devin O'Leary) and Astromat and lots of other things about it. Speaking of barking mad, Sonja who writes the Wink column is pretty stark raving. Reading her column is like watching a train wreck - can't stop flinching, can't keep your eyes off it, either - you want to alternately hug her and shake her, or at least I do.

Back in ABQ we used to have Marching Guy - he crossed the streets according to some logic of his own, which didn't always match up with the logic of the traffic signals, goosestepping all the way. Never saw him walk normally. That may have been a sad story, though, as I read somewhere that among the signs of advanced syphilis is a staggering sort of marching gait. We also had Tuxedo Ted, so called because although he wore normal clothes during the day, every evening he changed into a light blue tuxedo and went from bar to bar, hanging around until someone bought him a drink and then politely moving on - I was tending bar in a place on Central is how I knew him. Nice guy. Insane, but nice.

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