This Shit is Happening

For those of you who don't have the pleasure of saying, "yeah, I've gotten blotto like The Otto with The Genius" you might not know that this is a thing that happens on the reg.  June 2014, San Francisco, if you're counting.  And I am, so you should be.

Funny story, true story, it doesn't happen all that often, ask anyone, so you should be pleased to be a part of it, if it does happen in the vicinity of your domicillius.  One of those words may not have previously existed before I typed it.  If you don't know which word it is, you won't get any prior posts so stop trying.

And this is the humble version of me.

I don't use the mic on kareoke night.  But long time readers knew that already.

I rocked "You've Lost That Lovin' Feeling" before I knew what the feeling was.  I was right then, and I'm right now, except for that one thing where I'm probably completely wrong.

Part of My Manliness

My manliness, the general quality of me being the man that I am, manifests itself in several ways that are always obvious to others, and some less obvious. I see the world differently than most humans. I took part in a recent survey about my worldview, and even made it onto the blog post. Try and guess which Miscellaneous answer was mine.

Dinner with Mandos at Dukem, Judgement: Delicious!

And surprisingly affordable! I had a rare cubed beef dish that was plenty spicy! I wonder how many sentences I can end with an exclamation point? Oops.

Mandos swooped into town for a brief visit with folks unknown to discuss topics unknown and we managed to get together for a brief man-date. Coffee at 14 U and Ethiopian food at Dukem. DC may not have any decent Mexican food, but who needs that when you can have two heaping plates of spicy beef and fermented bread? Awesome. We talked about all sorts of stuff, mostly blogging. Lots of politics including the problem of public transportation in America. We even discussed the X-Men briefly. I am not sure why. The X-Men suck these days and Brett Ratner can blow a goat. It was an interesting discussion.

Frankly, I am honestly glad that Mandos did not reveal my fate, doom, or future because while a display of powers is always cool, I would rather not know that I am going to be run over by car while cursing out the bastards who refuse to stop at pedestrian crosswalks. Ooops.

Afterwards, Mandos flew off into the night leaving me rather confused because I could discern no obvious means of propulsion and contrary to Superman, flight is not possible without some form of exhaust. I also thought DC was largely a no fly zone except for the airspace over my apartment. I bet Mandos has clearance but given his odd black coating and strange geometry, he could be making use of available stealth technologies, too.