New things

Just an update cause I finally have internet at my new apartment. This isn't really going to be a particularly interesting post beyond "Oh hey, I've moved". I'm basically typing here to fill space. 1 sentence posts just don't look attractive you know?

Go listen to Toro Y Moi. They're good.

Straight male sexual tension at it's finest

Yuppies welcome us with arms outstretched

As of last night, myself and my lady, Robin (rahbean if you're nasty) got the keys to our brand new digs in Russian Hill! Yay! It's in a quiet building on Van Ness, far, far away from the pee pee smell that plagues Nob Hill and the Tenderloin to the south. It's cute, small, and modern (just like us!).

Future plans: LCD TV and doggy. Come visit if we like you!

True story!

This picture has inspired me to tell the tale of how my mother decided on what to name me.

It was 1983. I was in my mom's stomach, just waiting to burst onto the scene! My mom spent a lot of time watching TV and had fallen in love with David Hasselhoff. Knight Rider was the best show on TV featuring Michael Knight and his talking car. David Hasselhoff IS Michael Knight. But you knew that already. Anyhow, the next best thing to marrying Michael Knight is naming your child after him. Duh.

I was dubbed Michael, in honor of the Hoff. I always say "Thank God mom wasn't a Baywatch fan or I could have easily been named Mitch!" Dude, Mitch is such a gross name! It's all like, kinda pervy - kinda porn star-y - kinda pedo-y. Gross.

Apologies imaginary reader if you're named Mitch. I hope you're not a pedo.