"Two Floors of Fur"

I went out to Bear night at Cobalt/30-Degrees with a friend on Friday and had a good time. "Two Floors of Fur," as Clickboo's event branding goes. The tripartite schism with the Friday night Bear crowd still persists, but that ensures more room at any of the three venues where the hairy diaspora has spread. You can only put so many bears in one place.

On Saturday I went to see Jumper at Gallery Place with friends, breaking my rule of not going to see movies at the theatres on the weekend. There are simply too many people with important text messaging to be done during the show that just can't wait, and it annoys the hell out of me. And the talking. Gallery Place is the new Union Station, heretofore written off for movies on the weekends.

After that while shopping for mouthguards, me and OMG DJ TM™ met Toby and his friend. I'll have to officially report that in real life Toby is nice and polite - his blog persona is clearly the alter ego.

Later that evening me and Skwurl went to Blowoff, which had a slightly different crowd than usual. I attribute that to the late start. We didn't spot many of the usual alternabears, and the crowd was kind of South Beach, but luckily Rich and Bob were off the hook, playing appropriately to the crowd.

I made a few attempts to say hi to a few furry strangers, but this player doesn't know the game very well it seems. Either that or people are more comfortable making connections on the Internets these days. I swear it was easier to pick someone up at a bar 10 years ago, and maybe people don't want to be seen doing that these days. Who knows. Luckily the music was good and I was having a good time dancing regardless of my failed tries.

Next week Blowoff is in NYC at the Highline Ballroom. Have fun Big Apple Bears!

At least three people I know didn't recognize me for my lack of facial hair last night. One person needed a full minute to recognize me - he honestly didn't know who I was. Tee hee! Going incognito as a cherubic doppelganger can be fun. Some say my current look makes me the "Bizarro Jimbo" from an alternate dimension, most likely the evil version. You usually expect the evil version to have a black goatee.

Notable quote from the evening:

"Ruphus can hit me in the chest as hard as he wants, but what he just doesn't understand is that I'm indestructible." - Jimbo

Seven habits of highly effective spaceship captains, evil or not.

On Wednesday, Feb. 20 there is supposed to be a total lunar eclipse between 10 and 11pm EST. I hope the sky is clear in DC for this auspicious event.

Last week’s Washington City Paper front page article is fascinating reporting about the struggles between The Washington Post newspaper vs. its evil alter ego washingtonpost.com (lowercase emphasized). It’s a long article but very descriptive in it’s coverage of the struggles between the two aspects of the same company, and resolving print vs. website copy, presentation and content.

One Mission, Two Newsrooms A river runs through the struggle for the future of the Washington Post. By Erik Wemple

Fall Photo Flashback: warming up before our last match of the season:

Photo by SuperStar Brettie. I seem to be enjoying the dance-like nature of the exercise more than the others in the photo.