Last night on the new episode of friends Pheobe temporarily (but legally) changed her name to Princess Consuelo BananaHammock. Although I don’t think I would ever actually change my name (and certainly to nothing as outrageous as Pheobe’s), it’s fun to think about. Maybe something like:
Gracious Green (Call me Green, Grace Green!)
or even
Rainbow Brite My friends would call me Rain, of course…
What would you change your name to? Keep in mind it doesnt have to be eccentric…
Seriously, I’ve always thought of changing my name to something that sounds prestigious or distinctive such as Franklin Austin. Can’t you picture Franklin Austin as the Chairman of the Board of ABC MegaCorporation ? (plus both names are well-rooted in US History).
Either that or I’d like a name that has a foreboding, intimidating sound to it such as Zachariah Skull or Ansel Coffin. (Both were character names from “Wild Wild West”). Sounds like 2 people with whom you’d better not pick a fight.
I just did change my username. I used to be JBirdman12, aka the Birdman, aka Bird of Prey, aka The Big Bad Blue Jay, aka the Culture Vulture. The Birdman was my alter ego, an embodiment of my wild side, my drunk, drugging, self-destructive side. I’m living better these days.
JBirdman12 has been retired and replaced my new alter ego, Eo Echo, my wiser, smarter living side. There’s still the echo of that old me, but the self destructive side is gone. I’d like to change my real name to that as well, but I don’t think that’s practical.
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My real name is Doris; I was named after my mom. My middle name is Mom’s maiden name and of course my last name is Dad’s last name. I am unmarried, so I have lived with this for a long time
First of all, how many Doris’s do you know? (Doris Day does not count) I found my name on a name site’s list of Names That Were NEVER “In” and I can attest that Doris is never going to be a popular name… When I was a kid, I was called little Doris, which was a real PITA because I was a fat child. I really longed for a name of my own. When I got old enough to have a bank account, our bank had a terrible time keeping us straight. I am one of the few women you will meet who uses “Junior” formally because it got so bad, I figured that at least would catch foks’ attention! When I became an adult, I toyed with the idea of changing my name but couldn’t figure out a way to do it without really hurting Mom’s feelings. Now that Mom is 84, I am known as young Doris which is a great deal better than the little Doris thing.
I’ve never gotten to love my name, but I’m used to it now and it does have the added benefit that if I ever hear anyone calling “Doris” I know they are probably looking for me (which is an advantage in my company where we have a plethora of Bobs. This is very confusing to customers who call for Bob don’t-know-the-last-name…sometimes I think we should make flash cards to make things easier).
The old-fashioned ones are cool…I always liked my great-grandmother’s name, Rose… but my parents made that my middle name, not my first. (I had to settle for using it as a username. )
As for a last name… eh, guess anything with three syllables.
I know exactly one. And that is why I will never forget her name. I won’t ever confuse it with anyone else’s. She shares that honor with a gal I know named Wilma, for that exact same reason.
And since I’m horrible with remembering names, this is noteworthy. So having a name like that might not be 100% bad.
[COLOR=Red]For some reason, anytime I introduce myself, people get my name wrong. My first name is Gina (easy enough) but they usually hear “Jen,” “Jenny,” “Jeanie,” or “Ginger.” Just yesterday I went into a Starbucks, the girl asked my name, I said, “Gina” (naturally). She looked up and said, “I’m sorry, what was your name?” Again, I said in my clearest voice, “It’s Gina.” She smiled and said, “Ok, thanks, Jenny.” I didn’t try to correct her. Later that same day, I bought a sandwich and asked for it on white bread. I got rye bread, which I absolutely despise (I see no good reason why there should ever be seeds in bread). For the rest of the day my co-workers called me Jenny Ryebread. The funny thing is that I have a rather clear manner of speaking (and tend to speak at a reasonable volume). . . I’ve asked around about this too. So, if I had to choose another name, I suppose Jenny Ryebread would sum it up nicely for me.
While I think my given name (Hayes) is pretty cool, if I could change it, it’d be to Xavier Damion. Xavier meaning Bright, and Damion being taken as Demon. The Bright Demon. The Demon of Light.
Tell me that is not a cool name. Go on. I dare ya.