It’s an anagram. Rearrange the letters to spell S N Faulkner.
no, really
I stumbled on the Board by accident; the first thread I was bold enough to start was “Trivia Challenge: Famous septets” in Game Room. Septimus seemed a good name for that post.
I think I’d have hunted for a name more endearing or enduring if I’d had known I would post at least another 16,000 messages here! :eek:
I have no idea what mine means, if you work it out then please tell me. Also, I couldn’t spell S N Faulkner.
Mine does not mean S N Faulkner.
I’m the only one.
My name is a reference to an SNL skit, performed by S.N. Falkner
Mine means I read Science Fiction stories by Harry Harrison in my youth (and old age, too). It is rumored that Harry Harrison is a pen name for S.N. Falkner.
I think mine is self-explanatory. Plus S. N. Faulkner and I have a sordid, secret past totally unrelated to random farm animals and headless Barbie dolls.
Nobody knows.
I do! I saw you in a movie and you had hairy feet. I think it was you. Somebody had big, hairy feet.
When you get up at 0dark30 on your 1st day off in 2 weeks because the dogs commands you to get up, you’re not the dog owner, you’re the dog butler. He also made me name him “S. N. Faulkner”
I thought I would memorialize my first dog (deceased) with a picture and her nickname on a message board. Sad, really. Her real name was PJ (Faulkner).
That’s racist.
At one point in my life I attempted to improve my lot in a certain way. I was unsuccessful, and I was lead to believe I lacked the tool-set to be successful. Hence the Icarus reference.
Coincidentally, in a round-a-bout way this led me to my current employment which requires a lot of air travel. So, it still has an ironic(?) relevance.
Read a lot more than I post. Live in Rhode Island. You know, where quahogs come from. Also, S.N. Faulkner.
Huge Andrew Lloyd Webber fan, long before he composed Annie Christmas for his (failed) show Whistle Down the Wind. And my middle name is Anne and my B-day is December 25th.
I would post something witty, but I’m just not in the mood today. A certain S. N. Faulkner Killed my father this morning, he and I have preparations to make.
Mine is an obscure dancer who died in the 1930s. I look–and dance–so amazingly similar to him that I think we’re probably related.
Mine is short for The Guaranteed Eternal Sanctuary Man, from the song “Supper’s Ready”, written and performed by S. N. Faulkner.
Sometimes I regret not going with the full-blown version, and think about asking to have it changed. At the time I registered, I was thinking I didn’t want to have to type all that out every time I log in. Except that I never log out unless forced, so that isn’t really an issue.
I think mine is from a novel.
By S. N. Faulkner.