#everyday comedy

1. Manipulating my male coworker into saying "Nya~ UwU" to our boss.

2. Enlightening my boss what the rule 34 is, in tamdem with the previous coworker.

There are days when life feels vaguely normal, like you are going through the motions of being a responsible adult who occasionally eats spinach and pays bills on time. And then there are days when your brain decides to go full director, producer, and narrator for a sitcom you never signed up to star in. You drop your coffee mug? Cue laugh track. You make eye contact with your crush and…

I call for tech help because my internet connection is out, I start my query with "I reset my modem and my router" and then the first thing they ask me to do is reset my modem and router.

The other day while walking, in the span on one hour, I saw a man shopping in his pajamas & slippers, a pair of guys dressed in matching zoot suits, and a man dressed in full "Star Trek" Klingon gear.

And, no, ComiCon is NOT in town.

The man shopping in his pajamas & slippers was inside a major retailer. Good-lookin' fella too. Looked like he'd just woken up. [DUH!] When I caught him checking me out over the rack of hiking shorts I was looking at, I thought, "Wow!" Then I realized his face was kinda blank, like he wasn't all the way awake. I went about my business, then heard him shuffle away. I could see as he climbed the steps to the second floor that he wasn't wearing anything but a pair of patterned pajamas and a pair of house slippers. Perhaps he was still asleep and having a dream about shopping for outdoors wear. It was like watching a living "Little Nemo" moment.

The guys in matching zoot suits were full grown mature men. Straight guys. And the were promenading down San Francisco's busiest people-watching part of town. One was decked out in a flaming red suit, a matching flaming red hat, and matching flaming red shoes. One was decked out in a neon pink suit, a matching neon pink hat, and matching neon pink shoes. [It wasn't a color I could've pulled off without being hugely comic.] The broad-shouldered, low hemlined cut of the male zoot suit is unmistakable. And I was really glad to see such style making a comeback. The two them were having the most inane conversation when I passed them — really incongruous to hear, given the very deliberate way they were so slowly strolling to show off their loudly colored (matching) attire.

And the Klingon…

Yes, there is a man (apparently) who goes around San Francisco dressed (all kidding aside) as a "Star Trek" Klingon. I saw him taking a cigarette break with a woman dressed in a "Hello Kitty" hat and another woman in Goth attire. Since I was across the street at the time, I could not tell if his Klingon turtle-shell forehead was an attachment or a series of forehead skin implants. Given the way the look perfectly matched the rest of his skin tone, I'm leaning towards the body-mod. I also gathered, from the gestures each was using, that he worked inside the SoMa cafe outside of which they stood.