Everything is new and bizarre and terrifying but we are drawn to the curtain.  We don't want to pull it back and see what's inside because it could be...well...everything, but we just can't help ourselves.

I yearn to look behind the curtain, I can hope for the Wizard of Oz but mostly it's just more riddles.

Early this month, I found out I was Jewish.  How did I come to this conclusion?  Well a Rabbi was arguing with someone in Hebrew/Yiddish and I popped right in and told him some obscure Jewish thing in perfect Hebrew.

Strange, huh...I fucking love it.

So I met with the Rabbi at his office last week and he wanted to introduce me to some of his colleagues and congregates, some of whom are head shrinks.

Isn't it weird that I knew that a Psychologist is known as a shrink, but I don't remember if I like coconut?

Last night I was the subject of an impromptu panel, where all these Jewish guys lobbed questions at me, in Hebrew.

I didn't understand a fucking word.

I eavesdrop on a conversation and can spout forth all this stuff but when asked directly, I don't know shit.

I'm overdosing on the Strange now.