When I was pregnant with my son, my daughter (4.5 at the time) insisted that a) he would be a girl and b) we would name him Rachel. When we got home from the hospital with him, she started calling him Rachel. He's almost 10 now and she still calls him Rachel, although now I'm sure it's only to piss him off. His name is David - it comes with several nicknames built in but mostly? He's still Rachel.

My parents deliberately gave us un-nickable names.

My father's name is William-called-Bill. He hated being called 'Billy' so much as a youth that he did his best to give me an un-nickable name. There have been some valiant efforts to give me nicknames (the most memorable one probably being 'Spoon-Head'), but fortunately none of them have stuck.

The less said about the spelling and pronunciation of my surname, the better.

Cindy, one of our housemates is named Cindy-called-Cin, and I always wonder why she's talking about someone named Christopher when I read your journal on my friends' page, before I realise, "Whoops, wrong Cindy."

Juliana, I had a good friend named Juliana-called-Jules about a decade ago, and have tried very hard to keep that nick away from you in my brain, with some success. Mostly I think of you as "our beloved Juliana," from just before you moved out here, which is occasionally initialised to "OBJ," which reminds me of LBJ and makes me giggle.

It is possible that the inside of my brain is a strange and scary place.

If anything, you have to admire his commitment to (albeit wrongheaded) logical consistency, as well as his willingness to get punched in the face by a girl.

I am certainly filled with admiration, though not necessarily of him.

t crushing on amych

which is occasionally initialised to "OBJ," which reminds me of LBJ and makes me giggle.

Now that you mention it, it makes my brain start in on "L-B-J took the I-R-T..." and then I start thinking she went to the wrong coast, dagnabbit.

What can I say? It's a gift.

Which is a blessing. Clearly I'm not nearly pedantic enough.

Also crushing on amych, but crushing on Karl and his spicy brains more.

how do you pronounce your Karen

It's a 'Kah-run', with slightly more emphasis on the first syllable, but both of them still very short. 'Nicola', I would tend to pronounce 'NIC-o-lah' rather than 'NIC-o-luh', but I wouldn't find it an odd pronunciation at all.

He's almost 10 now and she still calls him Rachel, although now I'm sure it's only to piss him off. His name is David - it comes with several nicknames built in but mostly? He's still Rachel.

That's one of the cutest things I've ever heard/read. When they are both older and have matured, that will always be a bond between them... something so simple.

So. I was busily working (shut it. sometimes I actually work.) so very, very busily that I failed to realize that my iTunes was stuck on repeat. For roughly an hour. And I didn't know. For an hour. One song. An hour.

If it helps any, my minion this morning was telling me (alllll) about some King Crimson song with a spoken word bit in it, that also includes some line about "When I'm stressed I repeat myself" over and over.

He told me about it three times.

I believe that Karl and I could have an It's German, Damn it name support group. Nobody in this part of the country says it right. That's how I can guess his name rhymes more closely with Gleason than Scheisse. Which is lucky, all the way around.