You know what’s weird??! The word weird’s great-great-great……. Grandmother. She was a Norse goddess named
She came across (No, no, not that way. She was a chaste goddess – not a chased goddess.) with a bunch of hot and bothered Viking guys in a longboat, when they rowed over to England.
She wasn’t a powerful goddess, like Freya, in charge of fertility, beauty, love, magic, war and death. She was a lesser goddess, responsible for karma. She supposedly guaranteed that you would eventually get what you deserved. Even the Vikings, though, realized that anyone actually getting what they deserved was strange. When she eventually retired to the Old Norse Gods Home on Yggdrasil, she left behind her name, which became spelled weird (And that’s a weird spelling – getting poor, little I before E, except after C, in a real tizzy.) and carried the meaning of odd or unusual.
I’ll moor my longboat, and wait for you at the dock in a couple of days, and we I can talk about what I read last year.