I have to admit that it softened me a wee, tiny bit toward GHWB to find out that (a) he was actually named for the poet Herbert Walker, and (b) he's at least vaguely familiar with Walker's work. Not quite enough for me to forgive him all his horrid offspring, but just a wee, tiny bit.

I'm pretty sure he was named for his mother's father, George Herbert Walker. [link]

That was Dubya.

I know. I was riffing on HIS lack of foreign policy.

Another fan of the Judgment Day soundtrack here.

Now The Boy is in the shower, and I keep hearing "Woo hoo! Woo hoo!"

He's so entertaining.

Totally my brain fart, Hil. I meant George Herbert, and I'm pretty sure (though I can't dig up a link right now) that the poet's name is a family tradition (not an ancestor, just beloved by someone way back, and tradition maintained until Sr. named Jr. and dropped the "Herbert").

JZ, you are/were correct.

Good God, the things I remember, and yet I STILL don't know the names of half my coworkers (not for lack of trying, either...maybe if they were all named after poets I'd be marginally less awful at it?).

We could just totally rename them all after poets. For instance, anyone you really loathe could be called McGonagall.

Huh. Most of these I didn't know: Internet rules and laws: the top 10, from Godwin to Poe

Internet rules and laws: the top 10, from Godwin to Poe

I like the Law of Exclamation!!!!!

#10 is funny.

I worked with my boyfriend three companies ago, and developed a small crush on him. I finally asked him to my company holiday party, in an email, about a year after we'd both left our mutual company and were at new, different jobs. Anyway, I *almost* didn't go through with the date, because he responded with too many exclamation marks after his "yes".

I'm glad I shoved Miss McJudgy to the side on that one. We celebrate three years together this December. But I did give him a lot of shit for it, and still laugh at him mercilessly.