I used to be dogsbody.
Now I’m SisterCoyote.
I figure this will take care of the gender confusion problem.
And if you don’t like it you can bite me.
This seems like as good a time as any to mention this. Last week I woke up from a dead sleep thinking “dogsbody” for absolutely no reason. dogsbody, dogsbody, dogsbody. I could NOT get that name out of my brain. (This happened once before with rastahomie).
Well, sistercoyote, I think you’re a poopyhead for changing your name. Have a nice day!
Zette
Now it’s time to work on the species confusion problem. 
Given your selection of UserNames, I would think that you would do more biting than suffering bites.
Since a flame has been requested, I am obliged to respond.
I must admit, my first thought upon hearing the new name was, “Sister Coyote? Wasn’t that an Eagles song?”
After that, the image came to me of a wolf in a habit. I don’t think I’ll be able to shake that one for a while.
But congrats on the name change, may it genderize you well.
A wolf in a habit? Is that anything like a wolf in granma’s bedclothes?
Although now I have to sketch this image, since it’s stuck in MY head, too.
Man bites dog! Film at eleven.
Hiya SisterCoyote.
So, where would you like to be bitten? Hmm?
Isn’t this Crunchy Frog’s line?
<Pulls out flamethrower, fires it up, points it at SisterCoyote, burns her to a crisp>
Always happy to oblige, ma’am! <tips hat, coughs at smoke rising from SC, moseys on over to MPSIMS>
Aww, I kinda like “dogsbody.” Reminds me of The Jam’s “The Place I Love.”
Where dogsbodies pick you up
And graciously give you a lift
With cherished thoughts and bitterness…
[bites SisterCoyote]
I think SisterCoyote is a cool choice, and an improvement on dogsbody.
Good. We need more wild souls around here.
(And as for the “wolf in a habit” thing – well, this Wolf ain’t Catholic, so I wouldn’t know.)
::comes in singing::
::forgets the words and goes to play the song::
- . . . In touch with the ground I’m on the hunt and I’m after you. I smell like I sound, I’m lost and abound, and I’m hungry like the wolf . . . *
awww, couldn’t you change it to something more feline? hiss, scratch
dives off thread
MAW! Fetch me th’ shotgun! Sister Coyote’s in the consarn hen-house agin.