Lost Cause - Well, I look at what I want to do in life, all the grand ideals that I wish to achieve and all the goals that I have set, and take a look at myself, and decides that living is a lost cause.
My website is A Slice Of Life On Wry, which I sort of adopted after reading one newscaster refer to another as a “Ham on Wry.” This name is connected to my email link from the site.
Most everywhere else I use a nom de 'puter, I am known as CoffeeJitters, which is considerably more accurate in describing my caffeine-generated personality.
Well, my username story is long, and might be boring to some. I’ll try to shorten it as much as possible.
I worked for this company, in which I had a really interesting job. We lost the contract, and I had to move to a different department. Things went really well, until the company moved me again, to an inside customer service job. About a month after that happened, they changed our direct supervisor from our hometown to someone in the Seattle office HQ.
This woman hated me on sight and proceeded to make the next 6-7 months of my life a living hell (I tried everything under the sun to please her).
Now, keep in mind that every supervisor prior to this woman had given me sterling reviews. The very first time she met me, I was wearing a cute, but casual office suit in teal and navy blue, with teal and navy blue plaid deck (or canvas shoes) to match.
She had a fit over them and said in a shocked appalled voice “does X (our general office manager) let you wear THOOOSE”?? (as if I were wearing vampire fangs or something).
She continued to make up “crimes” I had committed over the next nearly 7 months. Which I documented and finally turned over to HR.
I was flat out prepared to sue for discrimination, but the company settled with a nice “severance package” and they “eliminated my position”. I actually would have quit had I not taken college courses which the company paid for and which I would have to pay back if I left within a year of the course completion date.
Despite having basically been fired, I was never so happy in all my life. I got a wonderful job about 2 days later with a former boss of mine who had formed a new company.
I used part of my severance to have my boyfriend choose a really great computer (my first) and started doing freelance environmental work on the side. My friends and I (who’d all been through this nightmare with me) jokingly called my freelance venture “Canvas Shoes Only” in deference to the very first nasty thing this idiot woman had pulled regarding my teal plaid shoes.
When I signed into my very first chatroom though (1996) the program was limited on username letters, so only CanvasShoes would fit. To keep it simple, it’s the username I continue to use no matter what new community I join. I didn’t realize until I’d already been using it for quite awhile that a lot of people think I’m a man. But by then I was used to it and didn’t want to change. (I’m a girl btw… hehe).
The funny thing is, that this woman’s actions, that of basically getting me fired, only made my life the best it’s ever been, nothing but good has come of having left that company.
I guess living well IS the best revenge.
My RL nickname is Mon, but usually you’re not allowed 3-letter names or it’s already taken (damn those Jamaicans).
I’m German, hence “Ein Mon”.
Pretty boring, and you probably guessed anyway…but hey, I’ll try anything to get my post count up 
You sound just like by best friends wife
I’m better than the old Scott.
From a restaurant in Singapore we used to frequent.
I like cats and I’m of Norwegian descent. A Skogkatt is the Norwegian name for the Norwegian Forest Cat, a big fluffy feline. I changed it to Skogcat as I thought Skogkatt looked a bit feminine.
My nephew had a bit of a stutter when he was young, it just stuck.
Bippy the Beardless, was first just Bippy the Dwarf famed for cowardice and lack of self respect. On arguing with Gandalf about how all wizards are just stuck-up alchemists his beard was permanently removed by said wizard. Thus was born Bippy the Beardless lackluster adventurer extrodinare. The moniker stuck with me for years, even though most of them I spent well bearded.
B.T.W. Bippy was a combination of Bilbo and dippy, though as a laugh-in fan their usage was taken into account as well.
P.S. Gandalf was not the real name of the wizard, as know one hear will likely know of the great wizard “Baldy”.
This thread has lasted forever, I guess I shouldave posted here.
Tongue Twister is in itself a tongue twister. So I twisted it and spelled it different! I thought everybody would think it was cool. ? aw. I can really say tongue twisters, though.
Mine is because I’m beautiful, gracious and elegant but can also be vicious if provoced…
Seriously though I used to live on Swann Street in the Nation’s Capital…I moved but kept the name (I use it everywhere - I guess I’m simply lazy…)
I was never into science as a kid (got a D in chemistry in 8th grade or something). One day, I got really bored and read the 2nd Foundation book by Isaac Asimov. Got hooked on science fiction, and shortly finished all 15 Foundation books (I’m exaggerating here). Now, I’m a science major at university. My first rock band about 5 years ago was called the Seldon Crisis (never played for more than about 50$ or outside of our smallish town so we weren’t worried about copyrights or whatnot). So, when I was finally registering here and looking around my room for inspiration and saw my collection of books,… the rest is psychohistory.
RenMan = Renaissance Man
A Renaissance Man, for those unaware of the term, is someone who pursues a great variety of interests, perhaps honing in on a few, but still learning a little bit of a lot of different things.
Leonardo da Vinci (my role model) was one of these.
Alll the witty names were already taken…
I used to be in forensic anthropology: Poor Yorick = Skull. And, no, I’m not a Shakespeare guru.
I’m thinking of getting back into forensic anthropology if I can dedicate about 3 solid months of reading to catch back up.
Gather round, boys and girls, here’s the explanantion of the brindlescruff.
I was on a webpage about Band Names. The guy was flaming how stupid band names really are, and he used “Sixpense None The Richer” as an example (which, I agree, is a dumb name).
He also created a Band Name Generator, where you could click on a button and a new band name would pop up and say “Congrats, your new band’s name is skitterpup” or “Noodle” or something.
Well, one of the name swas “brindlescruff,” and I liked it enough to take it. I had no clue what it meant.
Anyways, I have this friend from Germany, who, upon see my (new, to her) name, thought it meant something she hadn’t yet learned in English class and looked it up. “Scruff” I knew is the extra skin on the back of a dog’s neck. What I didn’t know was that “Brindle” means “Fur with a spotted pattern.”
My name means “Spotted Neck Flab.”
hee hee…so, anywhere you see a “Brindlescruff” on a messageboard, it’s probably me. I spread my spotted neck flab to the far corners of the internet.
Oh, and by the way, I’m a girl. Everyone guesses that Brindle is a name a boy would pick. Actually, my name is Natalie, and I’m 18, and I go to Grand Valley State University. I just joined here so I’m doing the traditional introduction.
~brin
James Clavell’s first novel, based on his experience as a POW in Changi, Singapore.
… because spelling it FauxPass makes it a faux pas.
I know, I know… the irony. You could just cut it. Unless the irony is cheese, then cutting it would be another fauxpass. Or faux pas. Or, damn, I’m so confused.
My freshman year of college I knew this guy who liked to call his female acquaitnences by the names of goddesses. My best friend was death and another destruction. I was named after the goddess of love and war (and lots of other things) in the Babylonian/Sumerian pantheon-- Inanna/Ishtar.
When it came to get an e-mail addy, I could not think of a thing, and so, an e-mail address and online ID was born. I figure that my friends will be able to recognize me 'cause I’m always some variation of Inanna/Innanna/Ishtar/Ishtara…