I want you to know that, in addition to being in your presence at this year's TequilaCon, my cat is also named Dave. It's true.
Continuing on with TequilaCon Week here at Blogography...
While having breakfast the morning of TequilaCon, I spoke about a concept I call "Dave Numbers."
It's kind of a personal ranking scheme that determines your place in this world based on your proximity to the center of the universe (which would be me). In simple terms, I classify my relationship with other people by assigning them numbers. Called Dave Numbers, this classification system is built upon how close others are to me based on certain criteria. The further you are away from me (either physically or by definition), the higher your number...

Here is a sample list of some things that can get you a Dave Number...
If your Dave Number is 0, you ARE Dave (lucky bastard!). Dave Numbers can be negative (e.g. a Dave Number of -1 implies you've had sex or some other very naughty contact with Dave, a -5 means you've performed open-heart surgery on Dave). Some other known number assignments follow. Note how drastically things decline once you get past the point where you don't even know who Dave is...
Base Dave Numbers range from 1-500, whereas 500 is reserved for inanimate objects not capable of being aware of Dave at all (or anything else, for that matter... kind of like a cheese sandwich or Dr. Phil).
Sometimes Dave Numbers are assigned arbitrarily. For example, I have not had sex with Elizabeth Hurley, but she still rates a Dave Number of -1 because I feel her deep inside my soul. Sometimes Dave Numbers are arrived at by averaging. For example, if you have touched me (2) but you drive in the passing lane without passing anybody (220) your Dave Number would be 111 (2+220 divided by 2). This may seem harsh, but your not knowing how to drive properly makes me feel that much more distanced from you. In some rare cases, Dave Numbers are reached through cumulation. For example, if you hate pudding (22), are Jarod the Subway Sandwich Whore (163), and you drive in the passing lane without passing anybody (220), your total Dave Number is 405 (22+163+220). With a number like 405, you might as well not exist.
That's why events like TequilaCon are so special when I am in attendance. Just walking through this door is guaranteed to significantly decrease your Dave Number...

This photo shamelessly stolen from Postmodern Sass.
Since a low Dave Number is highly coveted, I live in constant fear of random people running up and talking to me or sticking their finger in my ear in hopes that their number will go down. One time a guy who wanted the bank to give him a better mortgage interest rate had knocked me down, farted in my face, then ran off declaring that he now had a Dave Number of -2 because I had "breathed in his essence." Unfortunately for him, he didn't realize that his Dave Number actually increased because that -2 had to be averaged with 496 (You cause physical, mental, or spiritual damage to Dave), which resulted in a 247. Not only did the guy not get a better interest rate, but the bank then refused to give him a loan at all, he was fired from his job, his wife left him, and he ended up being forced to live the rest of his life alone in shame. It's sad, but that's the price you pay for having such a high Dave Number.
This is why you should be clearing your calendar for TequilaCon 2008... since I am planning on attending, your happiness in life may very well depend on it.
Damnit, Dave, NOW you have invoked my COMPETITIVE NATURE. Tequilacon '08 is in my sights. ON YOUR HEAD BE IT.
I'm kinda wondering what my Dave number is now, but since I'm wicked bad at math, I shall continue on in probably blissful ignorance.
Posted by Tracy Lynn on March 13, 2007 | Reply
Oh no... the further away from you we are the greater our number??? I'm all the way over in the UK... but I have had e-mail comunication with you (5), what kind of Dave number can I expect with this ambiguous load?
Posted by serap on March 13, 2007 | Reply
I give your phone number to every hot Elizabeth Hurleyesque woman I see. They've all assured me they'll call you if they are ever near Washington.
I imagine your phone is probably ringing off the hook these days due to my efforts and I'm wondering what type of number this gets me.
Most of the women seemed very eager to meet you as they were hoping to hook up with a 'local' who could show them around the Lincoln Memorial.
Hmmm, and yet some part of me suspects that this is an attempt to get multiple, free, feel-ups of your person. ;)
So, if a person flashes you, what does thier number turn into? (kidding! Wait, Karl did say something about...)
I'm not going to try and figure out my number, considering all the unknowns all the way to 500, I imagine it would bring on an advanced math migraine.
I'm wondering what kind of number I would get if I drove to Eastern Washington with Cupcake Royale, pudding, and a shotgun (to shoot the people in the passing lane for you) and then touched you? Would that lower my mortgage interest rate?
Posted by kim on March 13, 2007 | Reply
Oh my, I'm a 5. I feel so, oh, I dunno, blessed?
But you're a number one in my book, Dave. (batting eyelashes furiously)
Posted by Anonymous on March 13, 2007 | Reply
Hm. I did meet you in person. I don't *think* I touched you (if I did, it was inadvertant). But I don't like pudding because I am lactose-intolerant and it makes me really sick. That makes me sad, because I enjoy the taste of chocolate pudding. So, uh, where does that place me exactly? ;)
My life goal has now become the following: Stick finger in Dave's ear (assiduously avoiding other orifices) while avoiding farting. Instead of farting I will waft my scented perfumed hair in his face while head banging to NIN so that he can still inhale the essence of moi.
I think the finger AND the perfume should assure me a -2. The NIN is just a bonus and a soundtrack of the memory, if you will.
Dave, you are about to have all SORTS of wierdos sticking fingers in ears.
As one whose Number has sadly stretched into the nether regions of the Dave nexus, I'm wondering if certain actions can remedy the situation. For instance, can the mere thought of you when all the Elizabeth Hurley news hit the wire count for anything? Your devotion to her has been unrequited (so far), though I can't help but feel there's a bright future in store for the 2 of you. Her current tour of the East is no doubt intensifying her karmic sensitivity. This has to bode well for you.
I hope it doesn't sound too self-serving when I openly ponder how much my Dave Number may have improved with this comment. I'm guessing the sincerity with which it was delivered will count for something, too.
Oh, and I always go plenty fast in the left lane. Plus, I laugh my butt off when I think how disingenuous Jimmy Swaggart sounded when he tearfully confessed, "I have sinned against you, my Lord." Further correlation, I figure -- televangelical targets.
Have you no shame? And does that make my Dave Number 2?
Posted by Postmodern Sass on March 13, 2007 | Reply
Just wonder what number the responsible person @ Coca Cola will get for removing Coke Lime from your region ...must be close to 1 Billion
Posted by Andre on March 13, 2007 | Reply
All numbers aside... I think that next year if you do a similar stint talking about Tequilacon then there would be a huge gigantic turnout that would be beyond your expectations.
Then maybe I wouldn't drink my tequila alone.
Posted by NYC Watchdog on March 13, 2007 | Reply
Hoo Hoo, I am 5 !!! ;-) And I don't think that I have negative numbers... That is pretty good !
I think that you should give me your phone number or IM code, fly and come to Paris... After that, I would touch you... and mooooore (you know how the french girls react when they see a Dave !!!) :-D
o_O
What ? It is a cliché ? Okaaay... It is a cliché !!! :-D
Seems a little unfair that my number (5) could be so radically altered by my phobia for pudding (it doesn't taste bad, I just can't stand the texture and consistency). Seriously—I can't even touch it. Which I think raises my average number to 13.5. So even if I made it to TequilaCon 08 and were fortunate enough to touch you, my number would only drop to 12.
I have a twelve pack of Coke with Lime in the fridge! Does that help shave off points?
Posted by Robin on March 13, 2007 | Reply
OK so I hate Dr. Phil, too and you actually read an email of mine (I know this because you removed a post per request). So that makes me a five, perhaps. Oh, the evangelist is Pat ROBERTSON. I hope knowing that doesn't raise my number, but the correction might lower it (?)
Anyway thanks for a great blog. It is actually making me think of starting one up -- if, when I get my new Macbook Pro. It would be worth starting one up just to get a button.
Posted by Bogup on March 13, 2007 | Reply
My Dave number is 5 and unless I met you in person, I don't think I would ever get a higher number than that since I hate talking on the phone and I don't do IM anymore. :( Is there a Canadian TequilaCon in the near future, preferably somewhere in Southwestern Ontario? I wanna up my Dave Number!
Holy crap! It has only been 10 minutes since I read this - and I already have a tension headache from the stress of trying to work my number out. If I only could apply myself to my work with the same dedication and passion.
Posted by Jacki on March 13, 2007 | Reply
i don't want to know what my number is. just let the mystery continue.
Posted by ms. sizzle on March 13, 2007 | Reply
Karl - LOL, so you are saying two blind men count for more on the Dave number spectrum than one. Good to know...
Oh hey, I have a question, if the numbers can be cumulative, can someone actually exceed 500? (like say, Dr. Phil driving in the passing lane, professing his hate for pudding?)
Dude. You just had thirty-odd people offer to kiss, flash, touch, flatter and have barely legal sex with you! And all you did was post a little drawing with a rating system and put yourself at the center of it all.
There's some freaky genius on display there...maybe we could have you work on that whole world peace thing next.
My number, I'm sure, is woefully high with few prospects of being lowered (unless you're planning to visit my side of the country soon). But you obviously rate fair-to-middlin on the CL-scale since I've left more than one bratty comment on your blog. I'm only bratty with the folks I like (you lucky dog you).
Posted by The Caffeinated Librarian on March 13, 2007 | Reply
I'm a 5 on the Dave Number scale. It should have been a 3 for this year's TequilaCon, but that's going to have to wait till next year... unless you find your way to Salt Lake before next March (Big City Soup awaits)
Posted by ChillyWilly on March 13, 2007 | Reply
If the pudding is baked into the cake, I can eat the cake. Mix a tub of Cool Whip into the pudding, it completely changes the texture and I can then eat the pudding. How weird is that!
Posted by Robin on March 14, 2007 | Reply
lmao! excellent post, dave! I think I'm a 5. But then again, I don't like Coke with Lime so I might be a 496. :)
Posted by Dawn (webmiztris) on March 14, 2007 | Reply
Thx, Dave. Just shoot me an email the day before you are in town (that is, if your blog entry doesn't mention a pending trip to Utah).
Posted by ChillyWilly on March 14, 2007 | Reply
Okay, I'm only an eight and I'm pretty sure from all I've read here that I won't be weighed down with any high numbers to change my score. As a matter of fact, I voted on that Cupid video release thing per your instructions. Twice. That should be worth something.
I really just wanted to compliment you on an incredibly funny post. Comedy gold there.
Posted by MotherReader on March 16, 2007 | Reply
I don't know how I missed this post when you wrote it originally, but it's genius.
Posted by Atomic Bombshell on May 07, 2008 | Reply
I've achieved a number finally after reading your blog for so long and being inspired by you to keep a blog. I'm proud of this and will continue to climb the ranks until I'm a 3.
I say 3 because touching just seems creepy and I'm not sure intimate contact is where I see this relationship going.
you're the balls. keep the entertainment comin.

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