For tonight’s Water Cooler I thought I’d go with an oldie but a goody in the “getting to know you” vein.
Here at the Great Orange Satan we have a lot of folks with anonymous names, like yours truly. It is all well and good, but it leads to a question, what is the deal with your handle?
I know from past diaries on this topic that it runs the gamut from people’s actual names to typos to jokes that require reading in binary code and a strong working knowledge of Finnegan’s Wake to get. But whatever the story is, I want to hear it!
So here is how this works, give us all the story of your Daily Kos handle in comments. Since it is my diary it is only fair that I go first (a few of you might know this story by now).
Way back in 2005 I was over at the house of a friend of mine who is a dye-in-the-wool reactionary Republican. I like to go over there and argue hammer and tongs with him because he is smart and it lets me test out my arguments.
We were arguing about the Iraq war and what we should do (things were going less than swimmingly then as you might recall. Anyway at one point he slams his beer down on the table and says “Your ideas are about as good as that damned dog that told the Son of Sam to kill people in a disco!”
Yeah, I know, pretty harsh, but I give as good as I get. A few days later I decided to take the plunge from lurker to poster here at Daily Kos and was staring at the Username line. I was working for a Caterpillar Dealership and they were not only very conservative but I knew the head of IT (the owners wife, but that is wholly different story) would routinely Google peoples names. Being the unabashed liberal that I am, I didn’t want the heat so I needed a pseudonym.
As I sat there thinking I realized that I’d just take the intended insult from my friend and turn it around. I would let the world know “something the dog said”.
For those of you who weren’t around way back when we all rode dinosaurs and watched T.V. by candle light, I spent the first three years posting here in the third person. The shtick was that I was just the typist for my talking dog.
Some people loved it, some hated it but eventually as I tried to become a more known blogger it was time to drop that so you get what you have today, me talking like myself and the dog is retired.
So there is my story, what is yours? Don’t be shy, we are really not as mean as the pie fights might suggest.
The floor is yours!