LOST tonight...I'm totally addicted. I have such a thing for aliens, the supernatural, weird conspiracy theories. You'd think I was the love child of Art Bell and Morticia Adams. Don't know why that stuff appeals to me so much. When I was nine or ten years old, living in rural Wyoming, my older brother had me convinced that alien ships were landing at NORAD sites high in the mountains. I believed him. I'd even sneak out of the house at night to check the skies for UFO's. Many years later, I saw Close Encounters of the Third Kind. Those aliens just happened to be visiting Devils Tower...in Wyoming. Coincidence? I didn't think so either.

Spooky and strange as I am, other spooky and strange people make me nervous. Example: I'm on a date with a nice, friendly, really cute guy. I asked him one of those standard getting-to-know-you questions: "Have you ever read a book that left you feeling utterly changed?" He lit up. The book? Chariots of the Gods. He went on for like, an hour, about aliens, the ancient Egyptians, human/space creature hybrids. The works. I must not have seemed enthusiastic enough, because he became a little testy about the whole thing and ended up shouting at me. (My God, was I ever bad at dating. Don't get me started. I've got a nutcase tractor beam that makes the one on the Death Star look like a kiddy toy.) That relationship didn't go anywhere. At least, not that I can remember. For all I know, he drugged me, beamed me up to the mother ship, and had me implanted with a probe. That would go a long way in explaining why every computer I touch goes haywire.