I think Iâm a bit like @lalunaverde. Being unable to grow a beard, unwilling to dye my hair, and not compatible with makeup or widely ranging fashion, my user names and wallpaper are some of the last outlets for the shifting winds of moods and eras.
I took a waterski to the eye (well, bone next to the eye) in 8th grade or so. This was at Summer Camp. A crew of 10th grade girls took me under their wing and named me Shiner, which I wore with pride for some time. When camp was over and the 10th grade girls were gone, though, it slowly lost its luster.
Email was this emerging thing when I started college, so I spent a lot of time thinking of my first email address (previously, Compuserve had just given my family a string of numbers as if an email address was the new phone number). The result was hobbes11 (for the tiger, of course). But after four years of explaining why I didnât just use my name, Iâve pretty much stuck to basics there.
I also developed a distaste for numbers, as they were harder to remember. Prior to committing to my current email address (with a dreaded number, because there are a LOT of Daniels and Murphys out there), my hotmail address was ihavenewsocks. And my ebay handle remains dreadpiratetwosock. For the latter, no one talks to me outside of a transaction. For the former, itâs far enough out there that no one asks for an explanation. Problem solved.
I still have an affinity for things that are mildly - mildly - amusing but grow more amusing over time. Thinking here of Rowan Atkinson at a cocktail party, being introduced to the author of a dictionary, and proceeding to casually make up words during the conversation while watching said author grow increasingly uncomfortable. Naming myself after grocery stores has really hit the mark here. I was Foodlion for a long time, places such as BGG (still) and pr-game.com, back when that was the only BGA in town (pr-evolver.xls, anyone?). Foodlion always cracks me up, the balls to name a grocery store after Food (too obvious) and Lions (whaaa???) with a majestic Lion Rampant emblazoned on your awningâŚ
My one foray into D&D was a Fighter named Harris Teeter. Another grocery chain. I still chuckle a little harder each time I remember that, but maybe itâs just me. If Harris ever died I planned to be an Old Paladin named Trader Joe.
Ah⌠the previous forum I was in, similar to this, anchored in Star Wars but mostly talking about life, I was Starboy. Oh, and in earlier lives (like Arena on AOL), Fangorn. I veered into the obscure for two reasons - first, to avoid any dreaded numbers, and second to flash my colors. Sort of, âif you get this reference, we can definitely be friends.â Fangorn qualified before Tolkien really hit mainstream at the turn of the millennium.
Letâs see - Kodiak for Hearthstone. A character from my book who I like.
The need for handles has decreased with age, and Iâm really settling into Acacia. It hits a little closer to home and is more of a lifelong totem than a seasonal flair. I took it after a podcast covering the botany of the Bible (fascinating, despite what you might expect. Zero sarcasm.) So apparently the Acacia trees live in dry river beds (wadis, for the familiar). They just sit there, dry and for all appearances dead, for a decade or more at a time.
Until the rain.
But the life is still in them. And when the rain comes, the whole grove comes back to life. And then theyâre called âthe gift of the desert.â Good fruit, medicinal bark, expansive shade. The tree comes back to life and gives life to anyone who follows the rain to find the grove.
I started my tenure here with some heavier posts on the âHow are you Doingâ thread that put some context behind that. Calling myself Acacia is a bit grounding, like being seen. But also hope that, one day, the rain will come. And Iâll find Iâm still alive after this decade in the dry bed.