Comments on: What made you weird?

By: Adriano1977

Adriano1977 — Wed, 17 Feb 2010 21:39:11 +0000

- Discovering Isaac’s Asimov Foundation trilogy in a single book at age 10
- Reading Eco’s Foucalt’s Pendulum at 11
- Japanese giant robot anime series from the 80s
- A catholic upbringing (yeah, yeah, that is a boring one…)
- Warren Ellis
- You (i.e., Coilhouse)

By: Mer (the second)

Mer (the second) — Tue, 01 Dec 2009 09:06:47 +0000

Today I came across something that made me remember about this entry, it may be a bit old by now, but I see I am not the only one still commenting here ;)

When I was a child, in Spain, a country just coming out of a decades long fascist dictatorship, this kind of stuff was played on national TV, Saturday morning, “children schedule”:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=n2G4rZP-J_s

She says she is a slave of evil, a professional with identity card, toads, adders and dead bugs, etc. Oh, and she has a great frienship with Satan. It was all in great fun, and it did make my generation (77) a bit weird, but perfectly functional (really ;p)

This would of course not be aired nowadays.

By: Peechiz

Peechiz — Tue, 27 Oct 2009 04:48:37 +0000

-Dad was a total Trekkie
-Being the scrawny, perma-new kid. All the families in the neighborhood had been there for a long time, and I was never big enough to really be athletic. This led to:
- Lots and Lots of fantasty books. Followed by the entire Animorphs series. And:
- Musical Theatre, Choir, and piano lessons in gradeschool made me an artsy kid in a school full of Football players.
- Poetry Slams and Spoken Word (via the internet)
- A college dormitory full of Hippies, Activists, Artists, Stoners, Exchange students, and ones without clearly defined sexual preferences.
- And a year abroad in Japan

By: ChristopherR055

ChristopherR055 — Thu, 17 Sep 2009 06:34:36 +0000

My uncle worked on the Manhattan Project… He witnessed Trinity, and vaporized Hiroshima.
When 3, I snuck out of our house in the middle of the night and made my way to a wooded field where a lenticular disc was resting on the ground.
When 6, I developed a crush on a girl in school whose father turned out to be another Manhattan Project scientist.
When 8, my family and I witnessed a large “winged-globe” UFO hovering in the night sky over Chicago. After that, before falling asleep, I would shrink to an infinitely small point.
When 14, I discovered the writings of Aleister Crowley.

By: Nadia

Nadia — Sat, 21 Mar 2009 02:39:33 +0000

What made me weird?

Growing up between the shores of, my birth place, Sicily and in the post industrial wasteland meets middle of nowhere hills that was my home town in west MA. Spending early days running around my Holocaust survivor grandfather’s dry cleaning plant, chemical smells burned into my memory (literally?) bring back fond nostalgic memories to this day. Being the oldest of three with two busy parents who often left me to my own devices with my overactive imagination and (thankfully) un-medicated HAD. My early self induced introduction to horror movies, porn, art and liquid television (I still remember seeing Aeon flux when I was 10). My “Weird Gothy” cousin Rebecka and how cool I thought she was (and still do). to some degree I have my eccentric, crazy strong mother to thank, and her wonderfully unorthodox parenting methods. Also I thank her for giving me the first old 35mm camera I owned and my first set of charcoals. I was always weird, and never thought that was a bad thing.

By: Gilmoid

Gilmoid — Fri, 27 Feb 2009 07:35:44 +0000

My brother blames himself for my being weird. In 1958 I was stuck in a ‘49 Chevy in a rainstorm. I was bored, so pulled down the back seat and got into a cardboard box of paperbacks my brother had in the trunk. After reading all the hot parts of “Mandingo” and Sarte’s “Intimacy” (9 year-old boys should NEVER read French erotica!), I found a paperback of HP Lovecraft’s “Cry Horror!” From that point on the world became a horrible place. AND I LIKED IT!!!

By: the bounder - What made me weird

the bounder - What made me weird — Wed, 18 Feb 2009 14:37:06 +0000

[...] most people are but it takes a bit of self awareness and a sort of forthright bravery to admit it. Inspired by this blog post, here’s five things that made me [...]

By: izi

izi — Thu, 22 Jan 2009 19:43:30 +0000

Both parents served military = birth of me= married, dads fourth marriage. dad was facinated with photography/ combat camera, filmed pornography for some time in hollywood for experience, i never left home without a camera or a camera pointed at me from ages 1-12. mother dropped out of marines she worked in a mental facility for a while and then became a cullinary chef in sf= met step dad in process= married. lived with two cullinary chefs and almost perminently lived in the kitchens of fancy resturants. step dad forced me to learn to read and read all kinds of books from daniel pinkwater to Madeleine L’Engle’s wrinkle in time. grew up around adults and hardly any kids my age, my cats were my best friends. had a cat with six toes on each from paw, named him yoshi, he made me curious about deformations and mutations. went to many college parties and drunk parties with mom( around age 10 and up). can’t stand most people my age. father introduced me to all types of horror films while i assisted him in showing drive in movies at the military base( around age 7). we would go out at night to oceanside beach and wade in the water collecting sand dollars. father moved to japan and met my step mom= little sister. bad ass little sister bullies the bully at her day care and takes back the big weeler. later on mom+ step dad = two brothers, who i raise because of moms Postpartum Depression. tv and music wasn’t a big deal growing up, i was exposed to alot of it, but wasn’t that infuenctial to me compared to being a stand by in my parents lives. i have never lived in one location for more than 4 years and have only lived in the same location once( all along california). told my first grade teacher that i would be an artist and nothing else, so far it looks that way

By: What's in a name anyways?

What's in a name anyways? — Sun, 18 Jan 2009 06:47:16 +0000

I’ve always loved the definition of weird. Uncanny or unexplainable. I’m paraphrasing here but that’s what it means. Silence makes us unexplainable. Strange choices make us unique but I feel to be truly weird is genetic. Drugs help. Interesting question, interesting answers.

By: ellie

ellie — Tue, 13 Jan 2009 02:07:52 +0000

2 Rutger Hauer movies (Bladerunner and Mr. Stitch), lots of tentacle hentai, and a household so strict that I created imaginary friends by conjuring them through bonfires in my room using various foreign medicines I’d find around the house. My mother and I lived in a darkhouse for a decade, and she was (still is) quite fascinated by death and illness. I painted pictures of her diseases, which she encouraged, ultimately leading to my current livelihood. We still laugh about methods of proper death, and where to put our ashes. Her pain made me weird. I also looked like those girls from those asian horror flicks, which put off most people who thought I’d kill em (damned Columbine put me on the hot list). That was through age 10-14.

Afterward, the whole cyberpunk, robot fetish, conversing with many a schizophrenic thing came in. Seemed like natural evolution.