Now my own suspicion is that the Universe is not only queerer than we suppose, but queerer than we can suppose.
--J. B. S. Haldane
So I was talking to my friend Sarah tonight. Now, Sarah is a lovely woman, certainly future ex-wife material*, but she's also something of a Weirdness Magnet. It's her own fault; she actively seeks the strange, which then, of course, sticks to her as if Superglued.
Anyway, Sarah confessed she'd been poking around Meetup.com recently and there amongst the gardening clubs and book clubs and bridge clubs and Vegan groups and so forth and so on she found (I'm not making this up!) the Richmond Werewolf Meetup Group:
"Meet other local people that feel very closely connected to an animal (believe that an animal is part of their soul). All types of shifters and weres are welcome. THIS IS NOT A GAMING GROUP! This is not the land of make believe, this is a group interested in the real deal!"
Great. The furries and otherkin have finally emerged in central Virginia. I suppose it was only a matter of time, but get this: guess where they're holding their August meetup?
Waffle House. No, really.
No, no, no, no, nooooo. If that's where they're going to meet then they need to change their name to The Waffle House Werewolves or, even better, they need to arrive en masse on scooters and call themselves The Waffle House Werewolves on Wheels!
I would SO buy a sweatshirt (in black, natch!) emblazoned with The Wafflehouse Werewolves on Wheels, M. C.! Wouldn't you?
And, oh, sweet Jeebus, tell me that's not the perfect title for a cult novel or a really, really bad movie!
*By the way, please note this: I've promised Sarah my skull after I die, which means someone is going to have to retrieve my head and send it to Skulls, Unlimited for, uh, proper preparation.