Clareified

I tried to go back and figure out when I first met the Buffalo assasin.  This is the earliest mention, however, since it mostly involves my desire to stab him in the head, it’s not a very Happy Birthdayie fodder post.

Then there was that time I picked him up to come to one of the impromptu Crackhouse tournaments, and any number of times I ran into him at the Bash — but truth be told, most of those times I totally thought he was this other mean poker blogger white guy (Sorry, April.) I don’t know how many times Karol would be all  “No, that’s the OTHER guy! The one that came to your house that time and we picked him up.” Ohhh…yeah.

A week ago, one might have called this “racism,” but Astin taught me about this thing call “Face Blindness”! It is apparently an affliction whereby one doesn’t remember faces or confuses faces or something, but it’s NOT racism, so I CALL DIBS! I was all face blinded.

But I do remember the day I realized that Vinnay was not the mean poker blogger white guy. (Well, he is a mean poker blogger white guy, just not THE mean poker blogger white guy. Again, sorry April.) I had announced my hiatus from blogging and Vinnay sends me a hilarious text which said, in sum, that my retirement was unacceptable and that I would be obligated to text him amusing anecdotes for his personal entertainment.

He never really commented in those days, so who the hell knew that he even read my wacky blog, but he did! And that was a very cool text for me to get, especially since I was pretty sour on the whole blogging scene at the time. Of course, he likely does not remember sending that text. In the two years since that message, I have discovered that Vinnay only texts me when he’s totally wasted! And then I make sure to reply as loudly as I can only when he’s hungover. It’s our thing! But drunk Vinnay, is one of my favorite texters. He is completely and utterly insane.

No.

Really.

He has a “survival planning day” where he hones skills necessary during the end of days. Evidently, F-train will last a very long time. I will be eaten by wolves on the first day, which is totally cool, since if there’s no internet, I wouldn’t want to live anyway, and service in the bunker is spotty.  Seriously, drunk Vinnay needs a twitter account.

Anyhow, I can now officially pick the real Vinnay out of a lineup and I no longer confuse him with Meany Mcmeanerston. After an awesome visit up to the Toughalo last year, our Vegas trips and his jaunts to BKNY, including Saturday’s totally memorable, if not necessarily by me, surprise appearance at MY BIRTHDAY tournament, he’s also one of my favorite IRL invisible internet friends! I will not throw him into the Grand Canyon from the helicopter in December.

I found this recap Mary wrote of our Buffalo trip. It was during my blogging hiatus, so I didn’t read it till now. Hilarious! Vinnay has robots in his apartment.

He’s such a nerd.

Speaking of which, he’s decided to protest my religious freedom post, with weekly “Science Thursdays” at his site. So, on this, his special special born day, go stump him with your hardest mathy questions. (I’m going with what does E stand for in E= M*C *C (Malcolm doesn’t know how to do exponents.)

Also as my gift to him, I hereby declare my birthday season over. You are all free to wish him and Chinese Pete Happy Birthdays!

And in exchange for my extreme kindness and generosity someone should tell me the name of his band and write an awesome song about me. And Tito should send me keylime pie. Just sayin.

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