Considering the number of new members and guests, I thought it was time for another “where’d you get your username?” Thread.
I’ll start, to get it going; D.E.S.K. is for me, my kids, and my wife (David, Emily, Sarah, Kristy.) Top was added because D.E.S.K. seemed too short and it SEEMED clever at the time. The 668 is because the first place I tried it suggested 668 at the end; I still don’t know why. D.E.S.K.Top668@whatever.com was supposed to be a "family/"spam account, but I somehow inherited it.
So what’s up with your username?
Bought it off some guy on the street. He said it was “primo”, so I figured what the heck. When it comes to Internet pseudonyms, you get what you pay for.
Giraffe, you got drugs AND an 18" prehensile tongue? I’m jealous, yet still want the name of your supplier.
All I got was countless misspellings and “neighbor of the beast” jokes.
From Eats, Shoots, and Leaves by Lynn Truss. Which means, I suppose, that all my posts will be analyzed for grammatical mistakes and misused punctuation. Oh well. I’m a big boy; I can take it.
A simple play on the Sparklehorse song Devilsnew. There’s a more in-depth backstory about a pun and a novel idea (literally), but it only matters to me and one other person.
Because I am teh King of Typos!
Term appers, resumes, letters to cleints - I’ve done it all!
That, and Mama Zappa didn’t want my Dopername t be too close to hers.
Yup, my own wife doesn’t want to be associated with me. :eek: Can’t say as I blame her some days …
Oddly enough, my Dopername doesn’t save me any time proof-reading my posts. I do proof-read, but it doesn’t always help.
India. 1979. I was on the fourth night of a two-day opium and sex orgy with a high-ranking Madagascaran general and a half-dozen east-Asian college co-eds/call girls.
The general and a girl named Nomi went out for cigarettes. I was eating the last of a lemon cake, and trying to make conversation with one of the hookers, but her English was far from understandable in my opium-induced state.
I told her “That’s enough honey. No more talking.”
She said, “Lendon vake?”
I said, “Honey, let me eat my lemon cake cuz I want to go to bed.”
“Lendon ved?” she said.
But at that point, my last hit off the pipe did something to me, and her words began to echo off the walls.
I was lost in the sound of her voice bouncing around my eardrums, and I hadn’t noticed the general had come back, and was standing over me. He was repeatedly asking me if I was okay. I finally realized he was talking to me, and I said “Yeah…yeah.”
Then he asked, “But are you happy?”
I looked at him, nodded my head slowly, and said, “No.”
First of all, I’m not the same person as the Zagloba I recently discovered on fark.com !
Zagloba is the name of faintly Falstaffian character in a trilogy of historical novels by Henryk Sienkiewicz. They were written in the late 19th century, but their subject is a series of wars in 17th century Poland. They were important as Polish nationalist history at a time when Poland per se had been wiped off the map as a result of the late 18th century partitions.
I have memory problems and I don’t remember how I chose the name or how I found the Straight Dope. I do remember that my full Doper name, in my thinking, is Zoe Chloe Phithian-Thayer.