Well, at the DopeFests I’ve been to, I’ve gone by Cristi. I suppose that’s because for over 2000 posts, that’s what my username was. It’s also my real name. I changed it to Persephone after the Chicago fest. I still get called Cristi here on the boards by most of the folks that know that name, and that’s perfectly okay. IRL, I prefer Cristi. I don’t know why.
Or you could just call me “She Who Rules With An Iron Fist.” Kinda catchy, don’t you think? 
Jeeze, I can’t even be Mike. Silo has seniority.
Scary thing is, some of my R/L friends call me **Wonko **anyway
At the L.A. museum gathering, everybody pretty much stuck to nicks(except for pricciar, which is unpronounceable, so he got to have a regular name). I don’t think I ever found out what zyada’s real name was, actually, until she mentioned it here.
But my own real name, as I have often said, causes such near-universal consternation that I don’t mind being called “Cat.” My family nickname since time immemorial has been “Bird,” so it does give me a bit of a species-identity crisis.
Man Silo you are a superfreak! Ladders! Snakes too I suppose.
You can call me Tim. I’ve been signing it to my posts for about 1500 now (thanks for noticing) and I’ve only been called Tim like, 4 times on here. Man, what’s a guy gotta do?
I think I’ll put out ANOTHER call to the Dopers for a KC gathering. Perhaps the 3rd time’s a charm.
–Tim
I often switch between the handle and the name without even thinking about it. So, at Vegas, I refered to beatle as beatle, Silo as Silo, Liz as Techchick, Irishman as irishman, Strainger was Strainger etc. Even amongst my local RL friends, Jeff is Boojum often, Tor is Tug, etc.
Must be because I can’t tell RL from VR all that well. 
Since Eve and SwimmingRiddles seem to have set a precedent, at the next gathering I attend, I’ll thank you to address me as “N’krhhhgl-amon, Harbinger of the Purifying Fire, Who Treads the Spaces Between the Spaces.” Alternatively, I’ll also answer to “Steve.”
To be honest, my mental Rolodex retains only a few of the real names of Dopers with whom it has been my privilege to lift a glass. We called each other by our screennames, for the most part, though there were no name tags or anything. This was New York, after all, where you can get killed for shit like that.
To a person, though, the Dopers I’ve met are outstanding people–shining stars in the human firmament–and I’d feel comfortable using the names our mamas gave us in conversation with them (assuming I remember 'em).
Hm. Maybe y’all should just call me “Lux, Master of the Subordinate Clause.”
Okay, well…
just call me?
I answer to either. I’ve been lola online for so long now, it almost seems like one of my names. I don’t think I really have a preference.
Heck, you even have a choice of what you want to sing when I walk in. Lola by the Kinks, or the Copacabana by Manilow.
I give out a false name. My real life acquaintances think I’m weird enough already. God help me if they put two and two together and ever come HERE.
[sub]And if you think that was a lame answer, well, it was either that or “I’d tell you, but then I’d have to kill you.”[/sub]