Fun with Photo Booth. No, I'm not crazy. I think.
Why I'm not Crazy: I think that a rational argument can be made that I am sane, for a crazy person is either paranoid or schizophrenic. The Schizophrenic hears voices and wonders if they are hostile, while the paranoid is certain they are hostile. I neither hear voices nor believe they are hostile, so therefore I must not be crazy. Of course, now and then I have a meaningful conversation with a woodchuck, but no big deal. Woodchucks are not hostile at all.
"It is impossible to travel faster than the speed of light, and certainly not desirable, as one's hat keeps blowing off."