And it occurred to me ... wouldn't it be sad if someone had to miss the Folsom Street Fair because they were literally tied up?
That would be the working definition of irony.
And, crap -- Todd, I totally spaced and forgot to e-mail you back! Check your e-mail shortly.
Steph, I'll check - I figured you got involved in something (or, you know, were ignoring me).
I kind of like Attila. If the parents caught the History Channel miniseries, they may have decided he wasn't a bad guy.
Maybe there's a nickname of which we're not aware that he can use?
No, I think he's stuck with the Hun, the Scourge of God or leader of the Scythian hordes. Attila did die in bed on his wedding night, but it was probably because of excessive alcohol rather than connubial bliss.
Scourge of God is a good nickname. I'd be happy to have that as a nickname.
Raq, what about getting a sitter or two for the basement?
Many sympathies, Anne and family.
Growing up, a friend of mine's dad was named Ghengis. He was from Turkey and my friend always said it was perfectly reasonable name there.
Now I'm picturing poor Attila being taunted on the schoolyard: "Hey Attila - where are your Scythian hordes?"
"Hey Attila - where are your Scythian hordes?"
Heh. Then, a quick whistle, and a grin: "Right behind you, asshole."
edit: OK, so I overidentify with the Scythians. Cool folks.