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I do not consider being a naturally strange person to be enough. I am deliberately strange in a variety of little ways. Why?

I consider that if, at the end of the day, I have made someone rethink or question their so-sure view of the world we live in, it’s a win. People who question, think, and that’s good.

Why is there a 5” stuffed honey badger attached to my backpack? Because I like honey badgers, and also because very few people will have gotten up that day expecting to see a backpack with a honey badger on it.

It’s like the one time I saw a woman walking her ferrets, and I got my Dad to pull over so I could go and talk to her about them. I had never seen a ferret in real life before. We talked a bit and one of them licked me on the hand. I was licked by a ferret. That was something that I never dreamed would happen that day, and the memory still makes me smile.

You can only truly have boring days if you’ve abandoned the idea that you can make them interesting, often by making them interesting to others.

Wear novelty contact lenses to work. Draw on yourself with markers, it’ll wash off later. Sing a song you like to yourself, who cares who hears it? Basically, get licked by a ferret. Life is too short to have boring days. Be weird in your own way, and if you’re not actually hurting anyone, apologize to no-one for it.

Annoy those who are threatened by strangeness, to give them a chance to realize that different is often harmless and entertaining, when they can’t put their finger on why it should upset them. Entertain those that embrace the different, because, why not? 

Be the breath of fresh air, or seek it out. Either way, think about what’s around you, because there are a million tiny stories hidden beneath the surface of life waiting to be told.

Do you ever say unspeakably horrible things to your friends, who know you’re kidding, just to see the reactions of passers-by, who don’t?

So I went to Ottawa Comiccon with friends yesterday. Saw a female Loki cosplay, commented on its excellence to my friend Tim, and mentioned that most of the Lokis we’d see would be female.

He said, “Well, I don’t know about most.”

I turned and looked at him. “You haven’t been on tumblr much, have you? There’s practically a religion on there devoted to getting into Tom Hiddleston’s pants.”

And many more Lokis were seen that day, and NOT ONE was male.

In other news, Jewel Staite is every bit as nice in person as her role of Kaylee in Firefly. She thanked me after I got a picture with and autograph from her.

Nugas comedi vestri heri.

Volo fabulam de baseball!

Sum quadraginta duobus!

Descendens tangat!

I’m giving up talking to people. Even when they listen to what I’m saying, they don’t hear what I’m trying to tell them.

This is more just to say it than because I really believe it, but - what’s the damn point, ya know?

It is way too easy for bored petty people to make severe inconveniences for people just trying to mind their own business and do their job effectively.

One thing that can be really frustrating is that I have a real gift for being a bad person. I mean, ideas to get revenge or hurt people just come to me with ease. It would be really easy for me to get back at the people who cause me grief. But I don’t. Because I want to be better than them, or at least better than what I would be if I followed through. But when the very system I’m trying to operate within is corrupt, how do I do the right thing the right way to stop things from happening that should not?

I mean, I’m annoyed today because a complaint “had” to be acted on, when that complaint should have been met at the office with a blank stare and a quizzical “…and? Why are you using company time to tell me this?” But instead it not only didn’t receive the appropriate response, but didn’t even get looked into to see if it was valid! We were just told to “fix” something that was never broken. Oh, and the identity of the plaintiff was never revealed, or even the specific nature of the complaint. So we had to guess what was putting an unknown person’s underwear in a twist from a vaguely described complaint.

Oh, and due to the general nature of the complaint? We can deduce that the person had literally months to complain if it was a problem before this.

RRRRGH.

Oh, and my vagueness in describing the particulars of the situation was deliberate.

The other day, someone wronged a good friend of mine, and I found myself wishing that I lived in Viking society.

In that context, if I cut out that person’s liver and danced around wearing it as a hat, I would get applause. Also, “What? She did your comrade wrong? Good for you. Nice hat.”

To live in less complicated times… sometimes it appeals.