I don't know why I'm so ineffably proud of my ability to come up with weird and random shit supposedly from nowhere. I just have a peculiar talent, I guess. Must go along with being only a few steps from Kevin Bacon. Call it the Bacon Corollary: Weirdness increases in inverse proportion to ones proximity to Kevin Bacon--that is to say, the closer one is to Mr. Bacon, the weirder things one is confronted with.
So if you're, say, in NY and he's here in LA, your likelihood of odd encounters is quite low, but for those of you hanging out around the studios in Burbank, or out at Venice Beach, the Bacon Corollary will put you into something like a Terry Gilliam film laced with X.