My grandfather's name was Weed and his brother was Reno. It was a large family and many of the boys ( I don't think the girls so much) were named after where they were born ( or nicknamed like my grandfather, but he legally changed his name when he turned 18)

We have a Minor (or Miner, now I don't remember how it was spelled) on another branch. A few of them, actually, it became a family name but I don't know why the first one was called that, it doesn't seem to have been anyone's last name)

The wackiest name I ever came across while substitute teaching was J'Mani, which was pronounced Gemini. Why didn't they just spell it that way?

I once bought something on eBay and the return address label said the guy's name was Axel Falcon.

I have a friend named Keziah, which isn't a name you see a lot, and we asked her where it was from, and she said she was one of Job's daughters. Job's other two daughters were Jemima and Keren-Happuch, so Kez definitely got the best name.

Oh, that's where Jemima comes from.

My many-times-great grandfather was named Benoni, which means "child of sorrow," because his mother died in childbirth.

We also have a Hepsibeth and an Ora Dora.

I have a friend named Keziah, which isn't a name you see a lot, and we asked her where it was from, and she said she was one of Job's daughters.

I know someone named Cassia, which is another way of Anglicizing that same name.

I knew a guy with the last name Weed in high school, and his nickname from young childhood was Speed. He now produces L&O SVU (I think) and if you Google his name you see a lot of people asking, "Who is this guy named after 2 drugs?"

I'm going to lose all the holiday song games, starting today. My cube was moved (yay!), and I'm right next to the cafe. Our cute-as-a-button newish barista (who sadly doesn't make very good coffee) has decided to play Christmas music in the cafe. Loudly enough that I can hear it through the closed doors. Time to live with my headphones in all the time.

I have ancestors named Herschel and Galileo. We just call him Daddy. He actually goes by neither. The Galileo is "don't tell your father I told you it's his middle name" and the Herschel is just H. Since university he's answered to his mother's surname instead. Or "Brother Les" if you're one of his half-siblings, all because he has a brother called Moore.

I have a cousin by marriage who also dropped his stuffy H first name (Horace) to just the initial. Does H lend itself to that more? I know I'm biased because my father does it, but I've always thought it was cool and important-sounding.

I tend to hate the name mocking articles, because they too often don't check to see they aren't catching other cultures in their sweep of derision, and having a wack name is something I see a higher percentage of normal named people complaining about anyway. Not actually your problem, and not actually ruining as many lives as you predict. And when someone tells me they won't take a doctor called Bryttny seriously I hope they get a crappy doctor called David. So there.

At the ER, not having a good time. Bed in the hallway, but at least a bed. One of the really cool nurses, and we'll see in a bit how the doctors are. They did ask me what the dosages were and didn't say anything then. I will hope.

But crying in the hallway sucks more than normal crying.

But crying in the hallway sucks more than normal crying.

Oh, ita, I'm sorry.

Paging Jesse for the Good Things Tumblr:

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The Coast Guard airlifts a bunch of stranded sea turtles back to warmer climes.