"Well," I say, "let me turn those games back on so we can test that mettle."
After I turn on Miss (or is it "Mrs"?) PM, I can no longer contain what has been boiling inside of me all night. "You know, Sufjan, your name is a lot like something we have in North Carolina called 'supdog.'"
"Supdog," he says, puzzled. There is a pause. I tense in anticipation. Then, he says it. "What's supdog?"
"Oh, not much."