I Don’t Like Dicks

I was at a social happy hour tonight. I didn’t know anyone except one guy, who, in our story, is named Dick. He represents all men who act like a Dick.

Dicks tend to notice that I primarily talk to ladies. I’m not trying to date anyone, but they’re more interesting because they don’t talk about stupid things, and they aren’t immature idiots.

The person I was sitting next to is named Elle. She represents ladies.
I was talking to Elle. Much like Dicks always do, Dick kept trying to get Elle’s attention.

And that’s fine because in 3 minutes, I’d just ask Elle a question about herself, and she switched gears quickly because at this point, Dick has been talking about himself for 3 minutes, not giving Elle a peep because he’s trying to impress Elle.
Elle thinks, like always, Dicks try too hard.

When Elle was talking to me and having good conversation, like an immature Dick would do, he puts hot sauce on his finger to taste it, trying to steal some attention, something I thought was funny in a childish way.

So what do Dicks do when they have a ladies attention? Naturally, he tells a story about himself. It started off about hot sauce, but everyone zoned out after 30 seconds when the story was about him. Again.

When it was time for pictures, I leaned in to be in the group picture. My left arm had to go somewhere – it was either behind Elle’s chair or in front of her chest. I think I made the right decision.

Well like a Dick, he tried to embarrass me in front of everyone by exclaiming (several times), “Whoa! Justin – hugging at the first meetup event?! Jeez!”

I simply explained that my arm was behind her chair and not even touching Elle, who didn’t notice or care, since it was just to get in the photo.

About two minutes after I embarrassed Dick by telling the truth, which invariably makes every Dick look immature, he excused himself.

Usually I just ignore them, which lets their comments affect others because they’re not plainly rejected, but making Dicks look like idiots and standing up for myself works way better.

In general, Dicks feel it’s their duty to protect ladies from me, because I’m obviously aggressive because I like conversation with substance.

Men, don’t be a Dick. Dicks just look like idiots, don’t impress anyone, and never get a girl. Ladies aren’t after Dicks.

Small Project

Sometimes working from home allows a person to get other, miscellaneous tasks done while taking 5 from work.
For instance, doing laundry – it doesn’t take long to throw in a load or move it to the dryer. While that sounds great, sometimes I can get distracted.
For instance, when it smells like lint in my basement.

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Well naturally, I thought, “Hmm… ‘dryer duct’. Maybe I should use duct tape!
So my 5 minute break turned into a 15 minute break. Not a big deal.
Two or three loads after I tape it, I go to my basement and think, “I’m inhaling lint again – time to tape.” After typical guy solutions (which usually involve duct tape, wood glue, 3M Command Strips, or a combination thereof) don’t work, five or ten times, and I don’t have a good real (permanent) solution, I do what every young man does when he wants to figure out how to do something right.
After calling my dad, he told me of a product called a vent clip:

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This was a relief, since I was ready to drill holes and bolt on the duct.
Put the clip on the duct and tighten around the dryer – seems easy enough.
As I was holding the duct in place with my shaky left hand, tightening the clip with a screw driver held at an awkward angle by my right hand, precariously balancing myself forward so I could get to everything, and balancing the phone I was using as a flashlight on my foot so I could see, I thought to myself:

I am not mechanically disabled; I think I am misabled

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Saint Patty’s Day 2014

This is a great song Broken Spoke Plays.

It was another great St. Patty’s Day this year!

This year, I got the word out to about 250 different people using the meetups. We didn’t all hang out in one place, but I talked to many people, and they all had a blast!

A lot of us just danced the night away! I’ll just let the pictures talk!

This girl threw herself at me
This was the other girl’s best friend. They weren’t from around here.
Heather & friend
JJ made it out, and Holli didn’t suck (as much as usual)!
Chad had a lot of fun!
The pretty-sounding type!
There were bagpipes!
I'm told there girls were super cute.
That is Serena and her friend Karen, I’m not sure who the other guy is.
I met these people at Kierran’s before anyone arrived. They were pretty cool!
Broken Spoke themselves – that was an awesome show for them! So packed!