Last night I had the pleasure of meeting my first blogger (in person that is): Adam. We met for a quick bite to eat and then headed over to see Love Me If You Dare, a peculiar and unusual love story that defies the normal formula for romantic movies. This movie could have probably never been made in America.

Over dinner, Adam asked me where "The Other Brian" came from and it occurred to me that I've never explained that. Having a common name such as mine, there have always been other Brians in my life. It's only been recently that Brian has been pushed out of the most popular boys names with the advent of more unique names such as Logan, Elijah, Aidan and Hunter. (Is it just me or do they all sound like names for Soap Opera characters?)

During college, I had a roommate named Brian. This proved tricky for our friends when they'd call.

"Hello?"

"Is Brian there?"

"This is he."

"Oh my god! You won't believe what happened today. I saw Jeannie in the cafeteria at lunch and that bitch had the nerve to say I slept with her boyfriend last weekend, when she full well knows I slept with Tina's boyfriend that weekend. And then she said..."

"Um. I think you want the other Brian."

When I volunteered at the GLBT Community Center here, there was another Brian. We both lead the volunteers for the switchboard. Calling volunteers at home was always fun.

"Hi. This is Brian from the Center."

"The tall, skinny balding Brian?"

"No. The other Brian."

Among my Lesbian Engineering Posse, there a Brian who is extremely tall. They refer to him as Big Brian, which I find pure delight in, seeing as I am the one who is usually referred to as Big Brian.

Referring to myself as The Other Brian in the blogging universe came about recently as sort of joke that stuck. One day I was leaving a comment on Mark's site, and I saw the some other Brian had already already left a comment. To distinguish myself from him, I wrote my name as "The Other Brian". After that, I just decided to keep it as my nom de plume.

On an unrelated matter, I went to the dermatologist to have a suspicious mole on my left temple looked at. He looked at it and said it was nothing to worry about. He said I could either leave it or have it removed for the hell of it. I opted for having it removed, so I applied liquid nitrogen to it, which by the way stings a lot.

This morning I woke up and looked in the mirror to find this enormous bulge jutting out from my face. It's so huge I am expecting someone to plant a flag on it and try to colonize any minute now. I thought about putting a band-Aid on it, but my band-aids have either The Simpsons or Hello Kitty on them. I'm not sure if that would actually draw attention away from my face.