A few years ago, when I was living in Portland, Oregon, I got into the habit of reading weird stuff magazines.
Weird stuff was, for me, a genre that was, in its own way, a little bit like a science fiction magazine.
It was full of stories about weird stuff and weird ideas and weird people, and I was drawn to the oddities and the oddball people.
And I got to know the weird stuff people, in general, and it was like I was part of something.
It wasn’t just some guy sitting around on a laptop in his basement.
It felt like it was me in the flesh.
And it was a very unique experience, to be honest.
There was something that made me feel at home in that space.