Self explanatory, really.
My name is Ric. I play several musical instruments, including the ukulele. My sister used to sing “Ba-ba-LOOOOO!” every time I’d play something on the uke.
My AOL screenname was RicoBabalu, I shortened it to Rico when I signed up here.
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I’m not a singer.
I am an airplane nut. I am a pilot. It refers to the prop blade angle.
Flat…
I’m half irish and love things celtic. Oh, and I’m a cowboy.
I never saw that thread before, Flami… thanks!
When I announced to my friends in Minnesota that I was going to go all the way to New York for college, they combined the name of my school (Vassar) with what they thought of me for deciding that (Bastard).
I am a Lady, and my real last name is Rose, it is easy… 
I have no explanation. I am a riddle wrapped in a mystery inside an enigma within a large cardboard box.
Alternatively, it’s just my name.
My name came from the fact that I got into computer role-playing games a few years ago by accident. That is Baldur’s Gate came free with my dad’s PC and I decided to give it a go and realised it was actually fun. Now we used to always mock my older brother for playing real RPGs thinking only total and visibly identifiable geeks (mostly male as well) were into this so I was a little embarassed about my newfound passion and felt slightly dirty
So I went to a gaming site one day to try to get help with a difficult part of the game and read some of their forum. I decided I wanted to add my own opinion and had to register. Hence the name YoudNeverGuess as (hopefully) by looking at/talking to me you’d never guess (geddit) I was a closet RPG fan. The name was handy for other forums too and I think it adds a little mystique… 
God it feels weird to admit this in public. This feels a bit like how I’d imagine an AA Meeting to feel like. Now that you all know I guess the name’s mystique is gone now 
I have an optimistic outlook on life (generally), but unfortunately, knowing my existence and the direction it usually takes, that seems to be a pretty foolish way to view things. So, I’m the upbeat court jester.
It’s from the Stardoc series of SF books by SL Viehl, specifically the novel Endurance.
It’s complicated to explain, but basically Waenara is the affectionate nickname that one character gives to another. It means “beloved.”
I probably tried 8 or 10 different names when registering, but they were all taken. I ended up using this one because I liked the sound of it and since the novel had only recently been published, it wasn’t a common name and it was easy to get an email address with the same name.
I’m a land use planner by profession.
:: snotty voice ::
Self-explanatory, really.
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I like books.
Books like this one, for example.
… and this thread explains why I haven’t posted so far. Just can’t compete with all this rampant originality.
Gwenifar’s father in the Arthurian legends is given variously as Leodegranse, Leon de Granse or Leon DeGrance.
He is a person from mythology that I have always had sympathy for.
I was registering for a Pokemon ezboard, and I wanted something with roses in honor of James, who carries around a rose. My husband (he just hates being called Mr. TeaRoses) sat there with a gardening book and came up with this.
It’s been a fairly popular name so I use it everywhere I can on the internet.
I am not a nurse.
I am not a Carmen.
heck, I’m a male computer geek.
Back in the early days of Quake online, nearly a decade ago, I couldn’t settle on a name. So many names out there sounded the same…Killer…Anihilator…Axeman…Odin…etc…etc… I decided I would go against the grain, and choose something anti-Killer. Anti-Anihilator. Anti-etc… So I went with Cuddles. You know, just to piss people off. I just thought it was funny to see this giant heaving well-armed creature going by the name Cuddles.
I became a target. Everybody hated Cuddles. I bacame a red stain on many castle walls. I had to think of something else. And soon.
Since I knew most of the people I was playing against were around my age, and since I knew, that due to connection speeds, they were local, I decided to toss in local names. As a Minnesotan, I had many to choose from, and favored Paul Bunyon and Alexander Ramsey for a spell. But, they just didn’e strike the chord that I was looking for. I still wanted the Anti-Killer etc. feel. So I thought back to my childhood.
Childhood Television specifically, cause hey, I’m a member of Generation X, so Television and childhood go hand in hand. A local station had a children’s hour that was produced locally. It was a poorly produced, poorly lit, poorly acted jumble of skits and ad pitch’s.
Every kid my age loved it dearly.
One of the characters in the show was a sweet woman who every boy had a crush on, and every girl wanted to grow up to be. Her name (in case you’ve been dropped on the head repeatedly and haven’t come to the conclusion yet) was Nurse Carmen.
As soon as I stepped into the theoretical arena, I could sense the deference I was being treated with. I was no longer facing an RPG toting Disemboweler or Pillager, I was looking down my sights at a bunch of five year old boys with freshly milked bowls of Qwisp or King Vitamin, sitting at the edge of their seat, enchanted at the thousands of pixels that formed their love, their ideal, their dreams of future wives, their Nurse Carmen. And they were helpless. I moved effortlessly through the castle, turning these snot nosed little urchans into smears of blood and bubbling pools of bone and gore. They had lost their resolve. Somewhere in the deep recess of their brains, a five year old would scream “No…don’t! Don’t hurt her!” It would only last a moment, but a moment was all the advantage I needed.
Much like the imaginary sinew and brain matter, the name stuck.
My name is Robin and I’m a girl. Hence MsRobyn.
Sometimes a cigar is just a cigar.
Robin
If I wasn’t secure in my masculinity, I would take offense at that remark and feel the need to continue a thread hijack just to tell you so!
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