The naming of things (4-7-04)

[kilroy]

I can't sleep, and there's something that's been percolating in my head for a few weeks. I don't usually dig memes, but this one made me think for a few weeks straight. There are things I remembered that I had long since forgotten.

If you call me Sean, you're 95% of everyone I know.

If you call me Bro or Sean-boy, you're my one and only wonderful sister.

If you greet me as SEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANNNNNN!!!, you're one of my favorite ex-roommates, Ram.

If you call me Pomp!, your name is Rob and you're probably about to tackle me with a hug.

If you call me Kid, you're the inestimable Professor Willis.

If you call me Mr. D, you were one of my students while I student taught or subbed.

If you call me Kilroy, you are probably trying to enlarge my penis.

If you call me Sexy, you're Cindy (who is also).

If you called me God, you were part of my cult around 1997-1998.

If you call me The King of Vicious, you've been one of my victims players in a roleplaying game.

If you call me Vicious Editor-sama, you're Jim H.

If you call me Shae-won, you're one of my Champaign roleplaying buddies.

If you call me Seany McSean, you're JT and asking for death.

If you have ever called me My Sean or Hetero Life-Partner, you're Brian S.

If you call me Sean-o, you're Brian W, who I haven't seen in years.

If you called me Festes, you were a member of my boy scout troop when I was 12.

If you called me Simon (with the accent on the O), you were either in my Spanish class or knew me through my mother.

If you called me Beloved, you were Anne, a lifetime ago.

I still have openings for "Sweetheart" (like in a black and white movie), and "Boss." I've always wanted someone to call me "Boss."