There's a fun way?

I'm going on the assumption that There's A Kink For That applies to almost any pain-inducing activity I can think of, including head punching.

Poor baby. You want we should get it disconnected? By which I mean our phone and email connections?

Sure. While we're at it, why don't we cut off our arms and legs and gouge out our eyes?

Because that would put a damper on our sex life and I'm only willing to go so far in our quest to ignore your mother.

Health~ma, Aims.

Vortex, the stuff withyour mother sounds really frustrating. And highly inconsiderate.

I'm pretty sure anyone who thinks this should get punched in the head. And not in a fun way.

Yep. That. You completely have the right to choose who gets to touch you.

Is it irrational to NOT want certain people to call you by a nickname? A nickname that several others use regularly? And not so much people as one person?

Not at all. I had this at one place where I worked. A few of my co-teachers were my friends. They called me Nay, as many of my friends do. Other teachers, including the managers, then started shortening my name too. I was too timid to tell them it was freaking me out to have my managers call me by my friends-only nickname. I'm just glad the students never picked up on it.

You mentioned once that you prefer to be called William in person, and so when I've seen you in person, I've done that (even if my brain is still calling you billytea, it's INSIDE). Because that's what you prefer.

I can see that. I, too, am not really an 'answers to both in person' type. First gathering of online friends I was at, I forgot to respond to 'Seska' so many times, they gave up.

The nickname weirdness may go back to high school, where my name was the source of much amusement. Ah, high school.

I respond to real name or board name, as most of you know. Board name started in real life, actually. The only nickname I was ever given that I flatout rejected was "Sarutsa," which resonated too much to my ears with with "largutsa," which means plump (and not pleasantly so).

Weirdly, my mother just told us about 3 years ago that she really doesn't like being called "Mom," just "Mama." Could you have please mentioned that a few decades sooner? Because it's pretty effing hard to change that habit now, so I end up saying Mom...uh. And on reflection, I think it was a request passed along to me by my sister or father, not her. Ahh, the passive agressive never ends.

Speaking of moms... Vortex, yours is just something special.

And as Princess Touchy McFeely of the Snuggletown McFeelys, I am boggled that people say you don't get to choose who you hug. That's just refugnant.

My goal for today: clean all the things! Or at least many of the things. My motivation for today: [link] If babies can clean things, then I can clean things. Or perhaps I need to get a baby to come here and clean things.

refugnant

snerk

Tep, is it possible your Chatty Co-Worker has cloned himself, gotten a sex change, and is now working with me at Big Name News Archive in Manhattan?

Because I just had a 20 minute conversation of which about 30 seconds was necessary exchange of information. The rest was me smiling and nodding while Chatty Two Electric Boogaloo repeated herself over and over and over and over again.

clean all the things!

I love how this phrase has become a thing. It's just so exactly right.

I love how this phrase has become a thing.

CLEAN IT!

Because I just had a 20 minute conversation of which about 30 seconds was necessary exchange of information. The rest was me smiling and nodding while Chatty Two Electric Boogaloo repeated herself over and over and over and over again.

This drives me insane. Why can't people understand all of the verbal and non-verbal hints I am giving that say "information successfully exchanged. Now please go away."