That poor little girl with my name has been slaughtered twice on television, and has no idea why.
Natter 69: Practically names itself.
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Ha! Ahem. Well, it would be funny now. Maybe not when I was two.
Oh god, there's another one: [link]
That's kind of nutty. But not in a cheetah on a squash court way.
I have a bazillion doppelgangers out there - including my stepmother.
Yes, that gets odd at times. My dad has taken to using "Anne the Elder" and "Anne the Younger" if he needs to clarify which one of us he's talking to/about.
Onerous: took pub-trans downtown on grimy, rare hot SF day to deal with gov't agency.
Bonus onerosity: Wasted trip! Nothing accomplished.
When I was single, my name doppelganger was my cousin, who was white and married into the family, very controversially. She was the first, it's all good by now.
Now, there are a few of me out there, a paralegal in Texas and a real estate agent in Asheville. There's more, probably, but those are the ones I know offhand.
Oh, that sucks, David. My onerosity is going badly. I really don't like these tasks. But that's why they're still on my desk. And they're necessary. And I would like the SO to come home to a completely up to date office.
But first I want dinner. Which is what I said at lunchtime. So one more 15 minute session of onerous and then I can make a start on dinner. I really just need a nap.
Timelies all!
I have one name doppleganger that I know of. Don't remember what exactly she does, but it's fairly high up in a big company.
I have a doppelnamer who lives in the Bay Area and was a high ranking exec for Chevron. There was another one who died at Andersonville. And another one who is a fighter pilot who flew in Iraq.
(All people of my last name are related, incidentally. We all descend from one guy who had his name mangled from the German when he came to America in the early 1700s.)
However, I am most of the first page of hits when I Googlebate.
Oh, that sucks, David.
It does, but I'll head over to the Farmer's Market and get some of those really good tomatoes (dry farmed Early Girls) and an empanada for Emmett and life will be just that much better.