these are not my walls

This whole 'internet' thing requires too much creativity.

Alex invited me to a gmail account, and I felt all kinds of pressure to come up with a clever and witty name for my account.

Well, actually, I didn't feel any pressure in the 7-10 days between when Alex told me he was going to invite me and when he actually was able to invite me despite the evil pop-up blocker on my computer that didn't allow the screen he needed to pop up.

No, he didn't figure out how to avoid that. He bought a new computer.

Anyways, back to the pressure. I have to admit, it made me feel a lot more sympathetic towards my poor sister - whose blog I'm not linking because I forgot to ask her if I could make it public - who agonized for long periods over what to call her website.

I could stick with 'hermitclare', but I find that I'm a tad embarassed typing that in public places. And I certainly don't want to put it on a cv or anything.

So, I agonised for a while, and then I thought - No! I'm not going to let the man tell me my username has to be interesting! I'm not going to let the man force me to lose sleep over this!

So I went with my name. Just my plain name. First and last. I tried to fit in my middle names, but too many characters.

I realise it may not seem that exciting to you, but my parents put some solid time and/or time agonising over my name before I was born. Why should I devalue their efforts by duplicating them?

Take that, internet man!