I was supposed to be Rebecca until my mom had one in the second grade class she was teaching who was apparently the devil's own spawn. I think Amy was just because they liked it, but my middle name, Elizabeth, is for my great-grandmother. I was her first great-grandchild.

I don't know exactly how my name came about, just that my parents had a choice between two starting letters based on the lunar cycle or whatever. I forget what the other one was.

I was wondering if "Polter-Cow" was a family name, or what.

Meeting an internet axe murderer for coffee.

How did your parents pick your name?

After my sister was born, my parents had tons of people come up and say, "oh, I have a sister/brother/friend/great uncle twice removed named [sister's name]", so they decided to find a name that was unusual enough for that not to happen.

Then they discovered the new president of my dad's university was also named Lee.

I was supposed to be named Michael David, but that didn't pan out. They named me after no one - just two names they liked. Apparently, my father was pulling for the name Nel, but he was overruled. I was born in Argentina, and the hospital wanted to shave my head (sanitary reasons, is what I'm told) and pierce my ears (cultural norms); they, too, were overruled. My mother - refined but mighty.

3/4 idiot? I mean, he's asking for over a mil because of not enough sex. Even if it was legal, I'd still think he was stupid.

I'd say 9/10. Just not totally stupid in calling the cops.

I was named after a friend of my mother's. If I had been a boy, I would have been Robert, after my grandfather.

I was going to be Jane, but after I was born my mother switched to Antonia, after a friend of hers. Neither name fits with the general Irish-Catholic theme that my 6 siblings names fall into. My middle name is my mother's first name, Ruth. 6 daughters and I'm the 3rd in line and somehow I get stuck with her name. Not sure why. It always made me feel singled out.

Ironically, I am the most like her, at least in health matters of the 7 of her children.

My father's middle name was Graham. I decided that if I ever needed a stage name, pen name, or alias, I would go by Jennifer Graham. Huh. Well, I guess I just blew the alias part.

ION, given that she parked her car sideways, how did Prince know that meant it wouldn't last?

I was also partly named for two aunts (one for my first name and one for my middle name, Elizabeth). If I'd been a boy I would have been named Jesse. My sister has the same first and middle names as our mother's grandmother, who emigrated from Nova Scotia to Boston to work as a nurse, I suspect during the flu pandemic of 1918 (the timing is right). Sister was called Jennie as a child, which was great-grandmother's nickname. For my brother, my mother went deeply genealogical and named him Nathaniel (I don't know of any direct ancestor, though there was a Nathaniel Mother's Maiden Name) Spooner (for our New Bedford whaling captain ancestor).

Casper is Evelyn Claire, Evelyn for mr. flea's grandmother (I managed to quash Eugenia, for his grandfather) and that also happens to be the name of my best friend from college (though she goes by Lyn.) Claire we just liked. Also there was a really cool girl with an asymmetrical haircut who liked the B-52s at my middle school named Claire, although I didn't know her or anything. Dillo is Peter Hawkins, and some of you may recall the long discussions that brought us there. Peter we just liked - Peter Jennings, Peter Wimsey - and it's a "normal" name that is actually relatively uncommon right now. Hawkins was my grandfather's middle name, his mother's maiden name. Since I got into family history I've learned that my great-great-grandfather Hawkins was the judge in charge of the orphan's court in Victorian Pittsburgh, and he has a kind face. So that's good.