Well, you’re lucky because everytime I see the name, that damn song goes through my head for the next couple of hours. At least it makes me giggle. I love that skit.
WOOKINPANUB, why not “Fee Tines a Mady”? 
You’re not George Kaplan?
How about “Secret Identity”?
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Ah, another Gillian B is on Three Way Action.
::waves from Vancouver Island::
Heard of him, I AM him! Oh, you mean the artist. My grandmother always said we’re related (me and Hans). Maybe. It’s not a common name in the states, not so sure about Europe.
Are you sure? 
My first guess was it was derived from one of the “Hums of Pooh.”
I’ll back yingtong up here. The ying tong song goes.
ying-tong ying-tong ying-tong ying-tong
yingtongtiddleipo***** <pause for breath>
ying-tong ying-tong ying-tong iddleipo, iddleipo
Second verse same as the first.
Sung in a high nasal (Goonish) voice.
*****PS. I looked it up online and the “official” version is iddle I po (Shh).
A wampeter, from Kurt Vonnegut Jr.'s book Cat’s Cradle, is something around which the lives of many (usually unrelated) people revolve.
Kurt Vonnegut is my idol…
I go by granfalloon on an online Scrabble ™ club.
Mine is a type of killifish.
I did a highschool project way back in the mists of time called “The embryogenesis of the killifish egg,” featuring pictures of the eggs of Aphyosemion australe and Rivulus holmiae – which are conveniently see-through and relatively large so the embryo is easy to observe. It was a fun project involving attaching a camera to a microscope and fiddling with lighting and whatnot to take shots of the eggs over their approximately 14 day development from fertilization to hatching.
Aphyosemion species are pretty.
Some rivulus species are fascinating.
Anyway, I got a bachelor’s degree in biology, then completely switched fields. “Rivulus” appeals to my present “armchair scientist” status.
I have until 11/6/05 to join. Now I have the added pressure to create a witty screen name that conveys my spirit in just a few letters. Thanks guys.
My 7th grade teacher called me stretch–I think he knew I hated my real name at the time.
Bob Dylan’s song “Visions of Johanna” is one of his most impressive songs from the 1960s, IMHO. I take after Joan Baez in some respects. My maternal grandmother’s name was Anna, which is etymologically connected to the same Hebrew root as in Johanna.
My unimaginative name is a dig at my children, who refuse to breed so that I can spoil some grandchildren. Hell, most women my age are great-grandmas by now, but noooooooooooooo.
positive spin on that: they didn’t want to share you with any other progeny
positive spin on that: they didn’t want to share you with any other progeny
I’ll accept that. It’d decrease their inheritance too.
I can’t remember when exactly I started using Jman, but it’s been a pretty common handle for me for quite some time. I also used Saigon for quite a while, but that fell out of use quite some time ago. My first name starts with J, so it’s not a big secret. I think someone called me J a lot online at one point, so I just added ‘man’ to it. I’m actually surprised that I was able to get ‘Jman’ on a board this big, since Jman isn’t uncommon, and I often have to add numerals to make it my name on other message boards. Luckily, previous Jmans usually don’t post, so I don’t have conflicts.
Because I was attempting to think of the most mature name available, and I…rule was taken.
I must say this name does take away from the strength of several of my arguements in the Great Debate forum. dammit.
:wally
i SO hate having to add numerals
there are other “anyrose”'s out there but I have a suspicion it’s me from an early time (AOL/Compuserve/Prodigy etc)
There are a few boards I had joined forever ago, and stopped posting. When I went to log in months, years, later - I had forgotten my password, and the email address I had been using at that time is long since inactive - so I created an alternative which sounds the same but is spelled eneerose to use in those situations
Or sometimes I just stick the last two digits of my birth year on the end and be done with it
A reference to Stanley Kubrick’s Paths of Glory, possibly my favorite film.