You ever have a volcano of inspiration burst from the center of your brain at an unexpected time? Ya know, the kind of NOWNOWNOW! type of urgent madness that you just can't ignore? Really? Me too. Happens far too often for my taste, actually. Sometimes I think I'd be happier if I were a dullard; pining away for cheap material goods, women I'll never get to fuck and my favorite tv shows. Anyway...

The problem with these episodes of mad genius is that they are THERE. Inevitably I tell people about them - usually they get excited too. Then the terrible part: people think I should actually DO them. Oh, monkey-jeebus! That's the worst. No, really.

When ideas for Strange Things come into my head, there's never a plan for implementing them. That many of the Strange Things we've done over the years have actually happened is an accident of circumstance. Too many weird, wired people in the same room, with too much time and expendable cash on their hands.

Don't get me wrong, I'm very happy to have done these things, it's just... When they DON'T happen, they just sit inside me and rot... and a little part of me dies. And I'm not pretending to be some sort of Evil Genius or anything - that's Luke's gig. No, if anything I sometimes act as a catalyst for Strange Things - not some far-seeing Mastermind.





You ever hear the phrase 'Nothin' but a good idea'? In the parlance of the 'street', it is known as a "dis"; used to denote someone full of ideas and dreamy concepts, but no ability or "juice" to see the plan through to fruition. Yeah. Some days, I worry that I'm nothin' but a good idea (or, a million good/evil/Strange ideas). It sucks.

You might say, "Why not do it yourself?" Yeah, thanks. I've tried that. Doesn't work out too well. I work best in a team, not on my own - even as the 'leader' I kinda suck. But you put me in with a bunch of other Strange People and stuff can really move. I guess what I'm saying is that I need some sort of Co-conspirators, Fellow Travelers, or Horde of Misfits to work with. It's the only way I can get anything done.

Here's what happens when I work alone:




See? Doesn't make a damn lick of sense. What a mess.


-BRP