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I picked up this month's Men's Health and GQ on consecutive days last week, in the wake of the alleged blizzard that was only 27 inches and didn't close anything but a couple of schools. (I took some solace in the fact that I couldn't get coffee at my usual place, but that was only because they got shut down for apparent health code violations. And even then, I only had to go a block out of my way.)
Blizzards always amuse me, and they help me maintain this blue-collar image that I wasn't trying to cultivate but somehow ended up with anyway. (I suppose it has something to do with the 19-inch neck, beard and flannel.) It's easy to just rumble into school in sneakers while everyone's struggling to stand in their boots, with icicles hanging off my mustache, stomp on the carpet and totally no-sell the fact that there are gale-force winds blowing champagne powder all over. Meanwhile, everyone else panics, the guys at The Big Enchilada are using a hose to spray the slush out from the front of the store (seriously), and I'm able to singlehandedly push cars free from the snowdrifts, prompting them to say thanks and me to spend a few bucks at Japonica for decent sushi because I've been subsisting on crockpot stew, beer, and street-stand falafel for the past few days.
But I digress.
Men's Health was decently amusing this month. There was a pretty good recipe for turkey chili that I'll have to fire up when I finish my current batch of beef stew. GQ, meanwhile, was a little more interesting. There was an article by a chronic shoplifter who denies being a klepto but claims merely to enjoy stealing shit, and one about "new-breed steakhouses." You know, the usual GQ nonsense. There was also an article entitled "Joe Biden Can't Shut Up." Unfortunately, it apparently meant this as a compliment. Without getting sidetracked, I think Biden's great to have on the floor, but he'd make a bad presidential candidate.
Karaoked twice this week, including one time when a Greek LLM candidate decided I was his brother shortly before being removed for finding his way into the kitchen of the place where we were singing. The second time, at Izu, I had my feathers fluffed by a couple of girls who whispered to one of my friends that I was really good. Must have been drunk, since all I can do is match pitch, and I don't have a particularly strong voice.
Anyways, duty calls. Hope to get another update in soon.
Happy President's Day.
Blizzards always amuse me, and they help me maintain this blue-collar image that I wasn't trying to cultivate but somehow ended up with anyway. (I suppose it has something to do with the 19-inch neck, beard and flannel.) It's easy to just rumble into school in sneakers while everyone's struggling to stand in their boots, with icicles hanging off my mustache, stomp on the carpet and totally no-sell the fact that there are gale-force winds blowing champagne powder all over. Meanwhile, everyone else panics, the guys at The Big Enchilada are using a hose to spray the slush out from the front of the store (seriously), and I'm able to singlehandedly push cars free from the snowdrifts, prompting them to say thanks and me to spend a few bucks at Japonica for decent sushi because I've been subsisting on crockpot stew, beer, and street-stand falafel for the past few days.
But I digress.
Men's Health was decently amusing this month. There was a pretty good recipe for turkey chili that I'll have to fire up when I finish my current batch of beef stew. GQ, meanwhile, was a little more interesting. There was an article by a chronic shoplifter who denies being a klepto but claims merely to enjoy stealing shit, and one about "new-breed steakhouses." You know, the usual GQ nonsense. There was also an article entitled "Joe Biden Can't Shut Up." Unfortunately, it apparently meant this as a compliment. Without getting sidetracked, I think Biden's great to have on the floor, but he'd make a bad presidential candidate.
Karaoked twice this week, including one time when a Greek LLM candidate decided I was his brother shortly before being removed for finding his way into the kitchen of the place where we were singing. The second time, at Izu, I had my feathers fluffed by a couple of girls who whispered to one of my friends that I was really good. Must have been drunk, since all I can do is match pitch, and I don't have a particularly strong voice.
Anyways, duty calls. Hope to get another update in soon.
Happy President's Day.