Nowhere in Time

There have been more time warp hijinks in Nowhere, of late, seemingly related to but not directly resultant of, the recent fashion kerfuffle in the surrounding community, which has caused such a deep schizm in the social norms of the region as to disrupt familial and clan identification, thus rupturing the fabric of the weird, un-cooth natives and re-knitting. In many cases, disguises have resulted in complete restructuring of familial allegiances, as people re-pick their entire extended families prompted mainly by the promptings of the various subtle variations in armor, now costume de rigueur in these parts. As social science predicts, the natives almost instantly created a super-rigid code for how the armor was to be constructed and it involves cardboard and duct tape. People signify their identities on the surface of the armor using various signs created with markers. This is a super hot way to dress in West Texas in the summer time. So ridiculous it deserves study. There are papers to be written. There are entire frontiers of sublimely ridiculous theories to be postulated and de-postulated. Territorrialized and de-territorrialized. Mocked. Made into Limericks and Haiku and other sacred poetry. Memorialized thusly. There is, emerging, an entire linguistics of batshit crazy armor.  But, rather than prattle on, perhaps I'll try my hand at some other information delivery disguise science as a way of studying by immersion the interesting implications given the ever-expanding nature of such core realignments. Like your grandmother always said, "Don't fail to laugh at the joke, even if it is a joke on you." That's just useful general advice, much like various things muttered on the subject of dogs.