I never thought I'd start a blog, but I guess not many people who do, do. So I'm 30 now and figure it's time to start sharing more. We'll see how this goes.
So whenever I bring anything new into the world, there's always this thing about figuring out what to call it. This is always a problem for me. A lot of times things never see the light of day only because I can't find a suitable name for them. It sounds absurd, but a name is a sacred thing, and I can't bring myself to take it lightly.
Some stories about names I use and how they came about:
What an inordinate number of gameplay hours looked like. |
The original p-twishus |
sleepgun: When I decided Hotmail was bunk and Gmail was the new thing for me, I spent MONTHS deliberating on my new email name. "rocketboy", my handle I picked for myself when I started my first email account in high school, was pretty tired. So I set myself up with criteria:
- It had to be two syllables. When people asked my email, my answer had to be short and sweet. Ba-bam at Gmail. Done.
- It could not have any other way to spell it, so that I wouldn't have to spend time spelling it out after I said it, so no numbers, no homophones, no clever respellings.
Of course, I wanted it to pop and all, but those criteria were crucial. So I spent all this time looking through obscure Pavement song titles, lyrics, movies, etc.. It got kinda nuts. I started to get sick of it, so I settled on "sleepgun". I'm actually not entirely happy with it, but sometimes you need to do something you can't take back just so you can move forward. Sleepgun worked, because I liked the idea of something as violent as a gun, but the end result of that violence was something nice, like sleep. I realized later that there is such a thing as a tranquilizer gun, but hopefully people don't make that connection.
The Open Steppe: Yeah, this thing. I woke up at 4 a.m. today and decided that I would start a blog. I set it up, and lo, another naming screen. Sleepgun was taken. My head hit the keyboard, as I thought I was in for another few months of poring over possible names for my blog. I paced around my apartment for a bit, and this came up, and I just said fuck it. Once again, Irrevocability allows us to move forward. A lot of people can guess it's from Conan the Barbarian, and I just wanted to give a shout out to the guy who got totally dissed at that one barbarian feast. And I guess it's about standing before a new frontier. Or something. So yeah.
The Open Steppe: Yeah, this thing. I woke up at 4 a.m. today and decided that I would start a blog. I set it up, and lo, another naming screen. Sleepgun was taken. My head hit the keyboard, as I thought I was in for another few months of poring over possible names for my blog. I paced around my apartment for a bit, and this came up, and I just said fuck it. Once again, Irrevocability allows us to move forward. A lot of people can guess it's from Conan the Barbarian, and I just wanted to give a shout out to the guy who got totally dissed at that one barbarian feast. And I guess it's about standing before a new frontier. Or something. So yeah.
2 comments:
get to steppe'n boyeeeeee
I prefer the "open steppe, fleet horse, falcons at your wrist, and the wind in your hair." I was actually kinda bummed that the loser Mongol didn't win the Mongolian Idol contest he had with Conan...
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