You say that like it’s a bad thing. :dubious:
You’re on dangerous ground here. Better watch your step.
Did I say it was a bad thing? Nope.
I might even become a fan. They are very good. So don’t hurt me.
I work at a small zoo and since my work follows me home on occasion, I also have a LOT of pets!
I’m zoogirl on every board I frequent.
My name means “girl from Mississippi” in French. You get one guess as to what gender I am, where I’m from, and what foreign language I speak.
I usually try to use a Wile E or coyote related nick online. It’s unusual to find it unused though, although it is my name on another message board. Anyway, I have always felt a strong affinity for Wile E Coyote and always wanted him to catch the Roadrunner. I feel that Wile E is my totem cartoon animal.
When I came here I figured that with so many posters here there must already be a Wile E and I didn’t know how to search to be sure so I chose a different name. I picked Tiramisu because it’s one of my favorite desserts, I was craving some and it sounds nice, exotic and feminine. I was a little tired of always being mistake for a guy so I went with that.
However, I kept forgetting that I wasn’t Wile E and occasionally had to stop myself from referring to myself as Wile E. When I read about the “you get one name change” rule, I decided I would go for it. I searched for any posters with the name and only found a “Wile E Coyote” and a “Wile E. Coyote” who hadn’t posted in three years and one years, respectively. So, I requested the change to Wile E and here I am.
Because I had no intention of posting, so I figured I might as well use a fancy-shmansy version of my first & middle names if I was going to be the only person who used it.
You speak Mississippian? What kind of language is that?
How’s the weather like in France?
My grandfather raises Paso Fino horses, all of which have Spanish names. Naturally, whenever I visit the farm, I’m considered free labor, so I’m often mucking out stables and attempting to make myself useful.
My first encounter with the new stallion, Sangre Azul (blue blood) resulted in a rather large welt on my arm - Azul decided to give me a playful nip while I was doing some work on his paddock.
Back at home a few days later, I was signing up for my first ISP. Being Hispanic, I wanted a Spanish name (partly because of my heritage, and partly because, even though it was only around 1994, all my top English choices were taken). Glancing around the room for inspiration, my eyes settled on the red mark still visible on my arm. So, Sangre Azul it was.
Of course, I don’t have a drop of royal blood in me. Well, none that I’m aware of (but who knows, as when my paternal grandmother left Spain, she also left behind much of her family history).
That, too.