Mine comes from a shortened version of my favorite anime ever, Neon Genesis Evangelion. It cam from when first started getting on IRC, the chat client, and there you can only have 8 letters in your name (on EFnet anyway), so that’s why I dropped the A and the E, making it Evnglion. Also, it is realy unique, and I don’t think I will ever see another one.
Extract from Encyclopedia Mythica - “In the Celtic-Irish mythology, Balor is the god of death and the king of the Fomorians, a race of giants. Balor had only one eye, which he kept closed because anything he looked at would die instantly.”
I have only one eye. Fear my wrath, mortals.
I used to love “Bewitched” when I was a wee lass. I would pretend I had a twin and named her Tabitha (Of course my evil twin had the magic…wiggle, wiggle) As I grew older this became my standard “fake name” You know the name you give to the really creepy guy who comes up to you all drunk, spitting his words on you. With his mullet haircut. “Say baby, what’s your name?” My friends all know if I they hear me tell some guy my name is Tabitha they are to rescue me promptly. I don’t have the heart to be rude or mean to a guy (no matter how creepy he is) After all it’s always a compliment when a guy shows his interest. It became Tabeitha when another Tabitha joined a board I was on.
It’s my favourite line from The Matrix.
That Trinity kicks some serious ass.
It’s the name of a restaurant that we used to go to, and I liked the sound.
E. Nolan Cooper…named after my Dad…God rest his soul.
I was thinking about calling myself
VULCAN JEDI MUAD’DIB
but that took too much typing.
I’m using my dog’s nickname, because, you know what they say about dogs and their owners. Our personalities are so similar, it’s very vaguely creepy…
How did Tipzy become Dogzilla?
When she was a puppy, I had a boy over for the weekend. (Okay, we’re both in our 30’s, but mentally, he was still just a boy.) We were fooling around on the couch, and decided to take the festivities into tbe bedroom…
Not being familiar with putting things away around puppies, he left his glasses on the couch. When we came back out of the bedroom, the puppy-Tipzy met me in the hallway…
With one stem of his glasses sticking out of her mouth.
We found the rest of the pieces of his mangled glasses scattered all over the living room floor. She had jumped up on the couch and decided that glasses would make a fabulous chew toy. They were not plastic – my dog chews metal!
On the way to Lenscrafters to get him some new glasses, he muttered, “That damn dog IS Dogzilla…”
The nickname has stuck ever since. I use it as an alter-ego, since both of us are tenacious attention hounds. My dog weighs 25 pounds, but her little body contains 50 pounds of attitude… Somewhat like her owner! (I’ve been described as having the attitude of ‘a pit bull with a two-year-old.’)
I am smarter and more capable than my dog,but she call the shots. I end up playing Jeeves to her Wooster, so “dogbutler”
My SDMB username was originally Shy Ghost. However, I eventually decided to switch to a name that sounded a little more sociable. (I finally made the decision to switch after attending the first Portland Dopefest.) The first thing that came to mind was the name of a character in a book that I first read in 1984 while in the sixth grade, The Neverending Story, by Michael Ende. I like the sound of it, and the book is simply awesome.
OK, I’ve posted it before, but it’s obscure, so:
I’m a Spiny Shellback[sup]*[/sup] from the sea of Tranquility. King Neptune sez so. Hail Mighty Neptune!
Tranquilis==Tranquility.
*From the Crossing-The-Line ceremony: King Neptune boards all vessels that cross the equator. He inspects the crew to see if they are citizens (Shellbacks) of his Majestic Realm. If so, all is well and good. If any Pollywogs (Never crossed the equator before: “Wogs”) are found, they must be tested to see if they are worthy of citizenship in Neptune’s kingdom. A long day of humiliating and bizzar ordeals ensue. If the 'Wog bears it in good spirit, he (or she) is deemed worthy, and initiated into the Mysteries Of The Deep, thus joining Neptune’s court.
all the chairs i own are rocking chairs.
Barb- wow. Like you were a kindergarden-aged Hulk or something.
My story? You wanna know mine? Gather round my children.
Okay well, it all started about three years ago when I was 13 or so, and I bought a CD by the band Marcy Playground…I started getting really into them, and I learned that the lead singer made a CD called Zog Bog Bean, a long time ago. Which prompted me into making the screen name ZogBogBn27 (long since deleted). However, everyone online would refer to me as Zoggie ever since that name. Even when it got changed to Dazed…to Fenchurch, and now I just think of it as my online persona.
Everytime I register at a message board (or for some kind of website thing), I register as Zoggie. So if you’re at another board and you see a “Zoggie,” you’ll know its me. (Of course, i only frequent about two other boards, so…)
About ten years ago, I needed a username for a BBS (remember those?) a friend and I were starting. As I was trying to think something up, my gaze wandered across a promotional coffee mug given out by the makers of a once popular word processing application. The rest is hysteria, erm…history, that is.
Good thing there’s no company named Hick Dead or Loat Gicker or the like, or I might have had one of their promotional coffee mugs, and life would have been much different then.
I LOVE California, and the image on the state flag of California is a grizzly bear. “70” refers to the year of my birth.
“rapunzel, rapunzel, let down your hair
that i may climb up your ____”
-mine is long enough to sit on
(coined by a friend when i needed a fresh name)
Uh… see below.
Well, one day I was hungry. I went to the cupboard and all that was there was this box of crackers…
Actually, the name cheezit came from a kitten that I had a year or so ago. It was her name, and I liked it. Unfortunately, I was not able to keep the cat, but I kept the name. 
While trying to think of an interesting name for myself my husband who I had been arguing with earlier came in complaining about me clucking around like a G**Dayum MamaHen. I thought gee, why not? Since my real name was taken I went with the MamaHen and the rest is history.
I can’t remember.