Ok, so now I get the meaning. Kind of. Still amazed at someone using it in an actual sentence!
What's Your Name?
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Ha! We have a house at the beach. We most always have music playing when we are outside. Took us 6 years to realize the old couple next door, had been calling us Keith and Tracy. Close, but not quite.
Argo.
See, it's a joke between how they used the term in the movie: "Ar,go *f* yourself," and the fact that Jason (my name) was the leader of the ship the Argo.
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I was only joking......Sorry if I offended.
My name is Igor (no bullsh!t) and my boss, although his name is not Dr. Frankenstein, can assemble a computer from parts taken from dead computers and make it alive when he runs electricity through it. Every word is true, so help me Gan.
The Nameless
M-O-O-N - That spells Nameless
Hello, my name is Anthony. Nice to meet you.
3 syllables is just too many for most people to be bothered saying, so please feel free to shorten it - but make it Ant. I don't care for Tony, when people call me that I remind them that there is a "H" in my name and shortening it would make it "Thony".
3 syllables is just too many for most people to be bothered saying, so please feel free to shorten it - but make it Ant. I don't care for Tony, when people call me that I remind them that there is a "H" in my name and shortening it would make it "Thony".
The Nameless
M-O-O-N - That spells Nameless
Tell you what, you can call me Andy if I can call you Susan. So... "Andy" is right out?
Johnny Cash suggests that may not be a great idea.
The Nameless
M-O-O-N - That spells Nameless
If you read Terry Pratchett you'd know you are part of a respected order of beings who devote their lives to putting people back together when they have been injured, oh and you would have to write "Frankenthtein" and "Athemble" and "Computerth" in the tradition of Boris Karloff.
Told this story before...a sure sign of age when you tell stories over and over. There's this lady up the road...? Her story is actually more interesting than mine, but had I been born two or four months later than a cousin who entered the world late in the year I would have been called Waino...pronounced Wino. Heh! Always thought that was hilarious...first time I met my cousins up at Grandma's house, I'd walked up the hill before my parents drove up. Wino and Norman saw me coming, looking through the living room window. I heard footsteps in the covered porch as I'm coming alongside the ditch where a year or two earlier I'd scooped a bucket of water...and...another story I best forget.
Tangents here...and, had a grandfather not died in the mine, our last name would have been Kauppi...or was it Kauppinen? Pronounced "Cow-pee". Imagine the teacher taking the roll first day of class, going through the A-Js, some of the kids in class knowing what's coming next, Wino Cowpee? This look of utter disbelief on her face, kids cracking up or smiling, me about three shades darker than the red Crayola in our desk.
So...when I think back on all the times people looked like they bit into a lemon when I told them my name, I thank my lucky stars as things could have been considerable different.
(first thing my cousins said to me after they determined, yes, we were related, cousins...was, "do you want to fight?" I shrugged. Might as well. It's you against us two, says Wino. Why's that? 'Cause you're older than us. Wino, I believe, knew exactly who to blame for his lot in life. I cried Uncle, as requested, and then we talked about fishing.
Tangents here...and, had a grandfather not died in the mine, our last name would have been Kauppi...or was it Kauppinen? Pronounced "Cow-pee". Imagine the teacher taking the roll first day of class, going through the A-Js, some of the kids in class knowing what's coming next, Wino Cowpee? This look of utter disbelief on her face, kids cracking up or smiling, me about three shades darker than the red Crayola in our desk.
So...when I think back on all the times people looked like they bit into a lemon when I told them my name, I thank my lucky stars as things could have been considerable different.
(first thing my cousins said to me after they determined, yes, we were related, cousins...was, "do you want to fight?" I shrugged. Might as well. It's you against us two, says Wino. Why's that? 'Cause you're older than us. Wino, I believe, knew exactly who to blame for his lot in life. I cried Uncle, as requested, and then we talked about fishing.
Ryan. I work in a job that requires me to answer phones a lot.
"Hello ***, Ryan speaking"
"Hi Bryan".
About 50% of the time.
"Hello ***, Ryan speaking"
"Hi Bryan".
About 50% of the time.
I just thought of a tale to share:
My mother, while in the process of adopting me, was trying to come up with a name.
Before I was eight days old, I had already gone under two different names. My birth mother named me Shawna, and the lady who cared for me while the paperwork was dealt with called me Savannah.
My Daddy and my brother wanted to name me Heather.
But one night, both my mother and grandmother had a dream. In it, they dreamt of my name being crystal. Mom went with the name, but as you can see she decided to go all artistic and "spell it right". (her words, not mine.)
As much as I have come to love my weird name over the years, I'm still amazed by how people react to it. I can spell it out, letter by letter, so slowly a five year old could copy it down, and they still insist on putting an "a" in there. Or they think it's "Krysti" for some reason. I even have a signed photo of Dom Deluise with this mistake written across it! I've learned to laugh about it over the years, but I still wonder what the obsession with vowels is about. Isn't "y" good enough? It's like the most awesome letter out there; it goes both ways!
My mother, while in the process of adopting me, was trying to come up with a name.
Before I was eight days old, I had already gone under two different names. My birth mother named me Shawna, and the lady who cared for me while the paperwork was dealt with called me Savannah.
My Daddy and my brother wanted to name me Heather.
But one night, both my mother and grandmother had a dream. In it, they dreamt of my name being crystal. Mom went with the name, but as you can see she decided to go all artistic and "spell it right". (her words, not mine.)
As much as I have come to love my weird name over the years, I'm still amazed by how people react to it. I can spell it out, letter by letter, so slowly a five year old could copy it down, and they still insist on putting an "a" in there. Or they think it's "Krysti" for some reason. I even have a signed photo of Dom Deluise with this mistake written across it! I've learned to laugh about it over the years, but I still wonder what the obsession with vowels is about. Isn't "y" good enough? It's like the most awesome letter out there; it goes both ways!