Another boring story checking in. My favorite movie is Raiders of the Lost Ark. In fact some of my friends in college called me Indy.
Phobos A star is too obscure? shrugs Okies… well I guess it would be but most people don’t wonder too much where a name came from except that it sounds cool.
Well my name comes from basically my horoscope. Y’see I’m a Scorpio but I didn’t want to do some goofy name like Scorpio Dragon (which I was considering… it was one of my characters in RP) so instead I chose Topaz for my birthstone and Antares for the heart star in the constellation Scorpio. I was really into my horoscope at the time and I also learned that Antares is supposed to be a name that brings strength of heart (aka courage) which sometimes I need cuz I’m too timid. I also just loved the way it sounded.
It’s better then using the name I always have on ICQ which is Invisible One which is often how I feel or see myself as being. This is the only board I have one name on y’know (meaning I haven’t changed it) the ezboards I visit I have tons of names.
Hey Smoke your thread caused at least one poster (me) to change his screen name! I looked at my post above and admitted that 1. I don’t play soccer 2. I’m not a hooligan. Then I saw my comment to scout1222 and then I recalled that on another thread I listed James Clavell’s novel King Rat as my fav novel, et voila.
I was introduced to another board a couple of years ago by a friend whose user name was Whiskey. “I’d like you to meet a really good friend of mine; soda”. The name stuck. I like it a lot, in fact, I plan to name my dog Soda when I get one.
I first came in here as omniscientnot, meaning that I am anything but omniscient, not realizing that there already was an Omniscient* (aside from Uncle Cecil:)); posters were often confusing me with my ‘twin’; so I decided to shorten it after a while. And the rest is history.
- proof positive that I’m not omniscient:D
(Hey soda, glad to see you’re back!)
I’ve been a huge fan of Andrew Lloyd Webber musicals since the 1970’s and Jesus Christ Superstar. His work “Whistle
Down the Wind” included a song “Annie Christmas.” My last
name is Anne and my B-day is December 25th.
Good thing I’m not a stalker.
In the whole of this world, there is no one I hate more than Brett Favre.
i hate him i hate him i hate him.
So imagine my surprise when I had a dream that I had sex with him. In the dream I found myself pregnant with Brett Favre’s baby, and I was so ashamed…not to be having a child out of wedlock, or cheating on my boyfriend, but because I had railed so hard AGAINST Brett Favre in my daily life.
So when I gave birth to the baby, I kept it in a mayonnaise jar with holes poked at the top of it (the jar) and let it live in my sweater drawer…where it never outgrew it’s jar.
It was a jarbaby.
And now I have a website called jarbaby that features all of my dreams. I had to add a j to the end because that’s the first letter of my real name and because some band in Australia is named jarbaby and I didn’t want people to think i was them.
jarbabyj
Phew! I thought I’d lost the ability to understand English! I was afraid that I was the only one who couldn’t make sense out of your 1st post! (Came in after you changed handles. Welcome back in your new incarnation, King Rat!
p.s. it’s smoke- no ego here! 
You… are a very scary person.
It’s my real name. The intitials stand for George Bertram Herbert.
No, actually it was the same of a famous riverboat gambler in the 1840s, whose exploits I discovered while working on the suppressed memoirs of James G. Blaine.
Sorry, little joke there. It’s really the name of the secret agent who poisoned Edgar Allen Poe in 1849 so that Poe wouldn’t reveal the true secrets of the Hollow Earth. Poe’s secret manuscript turned up about a dozen years ago, and my employer sent me to verify its provenance. I met Hornswoggler’s great grand-nephew (once removed), and his old family tales of derring-do in Pellucidar (old G.B.H. didn’t call it that, of course, but you couldn’t mistake the dinosaurs) made a great impression on me.
I kid you folks. Hornswoggler was actually the rogueish hero of a picaresque novel written by T.F.X. Tumblethwacket and published by Lathrop, Ward and Fortescue in 1877. I first encountered his adventures in old copies of the Illustrated Young Men’s Journal and Gazetter, translated into Serbo-Croatian and rendered as comics stories by the inimitable Xerxes F. Xerxes. For months afterwards, I would speak only in my own crude re-translations of Hornswoggler’s hilarious phrases, such as “Great Yak of Burma, mind the butter!” and “If I’d wanted to purchase spats from a railway yard, I would certainly not have begun my journey in Oshkosh.” Even now, the mere repetition of “The squirrel is on the hunt!” can send me into uncontrollable guffaws.
I’m sorry for leading you astray…
Half a lifetime ago, I used to hang with a punker crowd (I had a mohawk 'n everything; maybe I’ll post a pic somewhere someday). Some of my friends were into this Johnny Rotten / Sid Vicious naming thing, and one of them dubbed me “Attila,” refering to how nutty I’d get when drunk (also involved a pun on my real name).
I wasn’t into the naming thing myself, but when I needed an alias one day for a BBS, I used that. “Attila” is a pretty common alias, though, so eventually I reached the point where I had to come up with a variation. Monty Python and the Holy Grail popped into my head at that moment, in particular:
And the rest, as they say, is just as boring.
I know of a guy named Soda Popp … real name, I’m not kidding. I always thought that’s the funniest name I’ve ever seen.
My user name is a standard handle I’ve used in the past because, brace yourself, I can do a dead-on imitation chicken call. Also, the name sounds funny to me. Does anybody here remember the Saturday Night Live commercial for the Cluckin’ Chicken. The late, great Phil Hartman is talking to the cartoon mascot, Clucky, in the commercial, which was side-splitting hilarious, what with Clucky explaining A-Z how he’s killed, gutted, cooked, eaten and passed through your body.
First they chop my head off. Then, they take out my guts and intestines. Trust me, folks. You don’t want 'em!
Hilarious.
Anyway, that’s my story.
I write a hybrid SF/fantsy series (unpublished, and so it shall remain – for the time being) with a very good friend of mine. Ice wolves in the work are huge (big as horses), live on ice-bound mountains, and are composed of energy.
Mainly, I picked it out of the rest of my decades-long ramblings because I like things to do with wolves (also dragons, but the good ones were taken).
jarbabyj, that’s creepy, with a capital C! Gives me the willies, to be perfectly honest. Kind of 
in a way too, though. Ever seen Eraserhead?
My name?
Ride a bike, like the 'Dead. Simple, no? Actually, the full story’s a little longer, but no more interesting. Sorry.
I post under the name of my cat. I had her in my lap when I registered, and I wasn’t feeling particularly imaginative that day.
uhhhh… Because it’s my handle for just about everything.
I used to be in a band called the Black Trans Ams. Named after the line in “Custom Credit” by the Cosmic Psychos, NOT Knight Rider or Smokey & the Bandit. And what’s the baddest Trans Am of them all? The 1973-74 SD-455, of course. Hence, black455.
Worked my way through high school and college as a radio disc jockey, and the station manager of my first station said all of his jocks had to have strange handles. He took my first two initials and named my stint on air “TV Time on the Radio.” The name TV has stayed with me ever since. I know of no one other than my wife who knows what my name used to be.
Since that time I have gone into newspapering. I have a regular column called “TV Time”.
In High School when ever my younger sister wanted me to do something for her like drive her and her girl friends some where, she would call me Sir James.
I actually wanted the name Scout too, as “To Kill A Mockingbird” is one of my favorite books, but as we all see, it was already taken. I even named my dog Scout and my cat Boo (from the character Arthur “Boo” Radley).
Any-hoo, I figured I’d come up with a name that had something to do with my film school background. I stumbled across Alfred Hitchcock’s “Vertigo” and figured that the double entendre with my being “dazed” most of the time fit perfectly.
i kept it all lower case ‘cause I was lazy
Named after the Oldsmobile car, for no better reason than it popped into my head at the time I was registering.
I’m getting bloody tired of it, and there’s already some other 88’s on the board.