Bernard Marx is a character in Brave New World . After I registered, I remembered that Bernard Marx was a bit of a whiny little bitch in the book. I should probably think of a better name, but it hardly seems worth the bother.
A Boulter’s Canary is a strange, birdlike, possibly supernatural, entity in a short story by Keith Roberts (British SF writer - born 1935, died 2000). Um… that’s it, really.
Username? What username? I truly am the Goddess of Wisdom. Where else would you expect me to hang out?
Oh, hey!
Stop by Mount Olympus after work, okay? Dad wants to see us. eyeroll
My initials. 13 = B
I’m not very creative, but I am slightly cautious. My user name is my Army rank and an shortened version of my last name. (It’s also easy to remember as it is what everybody calls me.)
It’s the genus name of rattlesnakes. I like rattlesnakes.
My user name is the main character in a series of novels. I really identified with the character and when looking for a user name, it was the first one that popped into my head.
My username is just a play on my real name (Bob L.).
I beat Raymond F. Jones and Rex Reason on their respective heads and stole it.
Revtim=Reverend Tim, my nickname since I became ordained in the ULC.
I’ve said this before, but I used to be Elenia28. **Elenia ** is my handle everywhere else on the Internet. Even with this board’s problems, I love this board, and wanted a special name just for it.
**Anaamika ** means “the girl with no name” in Hindi, or colloquially, “anonymous”. Thought it would be ideal for a message board.
Sorry to hear you’ve been busted down to seargent, Mr. Schwartzkopf.
LOL
To make a very long story short…Antinor is a character I have in an online RPG. To make things simple for myself, I set that as my AIM, email and over the years as my user id on anything and everything online. It’s just easier to remember that way. 
Russell
In my early days, I was jjtm (not jjimm), and I was getting bored with that, so I was asking #straightdope what I should change it to. My last name happens to be McClure, so someone suggested Troy McClure, at which point I :smack:ed myself for missing something so obvious. SF comes from my hometown, San Francisco.
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I am not a nurse.
I am not a Carmen.
heck, I’m a male computer geek.
Back in the early days of Quake online, nearly a decade ago, I couldn’t settle on a name. So many names out there sounded the same…Killer…Anihilator…Axeman…Odin…etc…etc… I decided I would go against the grain, and choose something anti-Killer. Anti-Anihilator. Anti-etc… So I went with Cuddles. You know, just to piss people off. I just thought it was funny to see this giant heaving well-armed creature going by the name Cuddles.
I became a target. Everybody hated Cuddles. I bacame a red stain on many castle walls. I had to think of something else. And soon.
Since I knew most of the people I was playing against were around my age, and since I knew that due to connection speeds they were local, I decided to toss in local names. As a Minnesotan, I had many to choose from, and favored Paul Bunyon and Alexander Ramsey for a spell. But, they just didn’t strike the chord that I was looking for. I still wanted the Anti-Killer etc. feel. So I thought back to my childhood.
Childhood Television specifically, cause hey, I’m a member of Generation X, so Television and childhood go hand in hand. A local station had a children’s hour that was produced locally. It was a poorly produced, poorly lit, poorly acted jumble of skits and ad pitch’s.
Every kid my age loved it dearly.
One of the characters in the show was a sweet woman who every boy had a crush on, and every girl wanted to grow up to be. Her name (in case you’ve been dropped on the head repeatedly and haven’t come to the conclusion yet) was Nurse Carmen.
As soon as I stepped into the mythical Quake arena, I could sense the deference I was being treated with. I was no longer facing an RPG toting Disemboweler or Pillager, I was looking down my sights at a bunch of five year old boys with freshly milked bowls of Qwisp or King Vitamin, sitting at the edge of their seats, enchanted at the thousands of pixels that formed their love, their ideal, their dreams of future wives, their Nurse Carmen. And they were helpless. I moved effortlessly through the castle, turning these snot nosed little urchans into smears of blood and bubbling pools of bone and gore. They had lost their resolve. Somewhere in the deep recess of their brains, a five year old would scream “No…don’t! Don’t hurt her!” It would only last a moment, but a moment was all the advantage I needed.
Much like the imaginary sinew and brain matter on the walls, the name stuck.
doesn’t even hold a candle to Happy Lendervedder’s story, man, is that true?
Typo Knig is my new favorite name.
I did my graduate studies in physical anthropology, especially the forensic side of it. I spent a lot of time on human osteology, particularly the anatomy of the skull. So, Yorick = skull.
I enjoy Shakespeare, but I’m no scholar. Also, I enjoy when dopers say, “Alas, PoorYorick” when I say something especially obtuse
It’s what my husband calls me when he needs something…
“YaWanna get me a glass of milk while you’re up…”
“YaWanna help me with this project…”
I’m a big hairy gay man who lives in the swamp. Hence, swampbear.