Normal is as normal does

A funny thing happened on the way to the MSU basketball game, which Brian and I went to watch at our very favorite MSU-watching sports bar, Blondie's, on Friday night. We had to wait outside in line for a while, ugh, during which time we spoke with some other friendly Michigan State peoples. I chatted for a while with one young lady about various U.S. cities: we both love New Orleans, she recently bought a condo in Scottsdale, etc. When we came to L.A., however, we differed. I told her what I always say about L.A., that you can't really know about it by visiting it, that it really is great but that you hate it at first, and so on. She was still resistant. But the funny thing was what she next said to me, and I quote:

"You're, like, the most normal person I've ever met from L.A., though."

Further banter ensued about the high quantity (and quality) of messed up people in the City of Angels, and I surely cannot disagree. I remain amused by her comment. The most normal person in L.A. It's like, insert joke here. For example I thought of the quip from the movie Waiting: "So you're the coolest guy at Shenaniganz? That's like being the smartest kid with Down syndrome!" In a city of flagrant wackos, I can be the most normal. Cool!

Meanwhile, if you're bored and feel like doing something good for humanity, something in which I believe so strongly it makes my heart hurt, how about heading over here to give a dollar?

http://www.hillaryclinton.com/contribute/4MPV

Seriously, one dollar. It's all I ask of you.