i was out with m., who was trying to tell me about his new money-making art venture, which involves making paper. there was only one other guy near our end of the bar and i could tell he was listening to our conversation but didn't think anything of it because, well, we were in a bar. the listener left, then came back about a half hour later and sat down right next to m. m. got up to leave, then j. went to get his things and the listener made his move:
listener: i heard your conversation. do you think you could make paper out of a manchurian mushroom?
me: uhhhhh
listener: it's a symbiot.
me: errrrrrrrrr
he then proceeded to try to explain to me what this thing was, during which j. came back and was similarly flummoxed by what this guy was talking about.
the point to this story? there is none, of course. except to say i love meeting people because sooner or later you run into someone who is weirder than yourself and suddenly everything seems okay.