Emil Blovin is a name I made up to order pizza. Seriously.

I was sick and tired of people mangling my name (Menke, pronounced men-KEY or men-KAH, but never MENGK), so I started ordering under a false name so that the fine folks at the Los Alamitos Shakey’s could mangle that without offending me. The mythology of Blovin is mostly the work of Peter Wilson, who saw a good thing and ran with it.

So now the pizza people think I’m Emil Blovin (which, more often than not, they convert to “Bolan”). But then, they also think that Jason Sellers is my brother. Go figure.