Didge, For Now: "We need to talk about that name. I don't like it. I've even gotten messages from people asking why the hell you chose that."
GKG: "You can mimic the sound. With or without a cardboard tube to make the sound through, you can mimic the sound perfectly. It's just a funny nickname, no meaning. Was it like when that person commented to you I can't write intelligently, or was it more along the lines of something real?"
Didge, For Now: "It was funny two years ago when you called me that because I did that, and I only did it once! I don't like it. No one gets it. Like, really, they don't get it."
GKG: "Okay. Fine. Whatever. I'll think of something else." (Yes, I popped into princess mode. "Whatever" even involved the associated smartypants head wobble.)
Didge, For Now: "Alright. Good. Because we need to. You need to come up with something else. Seriously, people are asking me about it."
GKG: "Okay, I'll come up with something else."
And with that, Didge (for now) stared at me with great intensity and left the room.
Okay, so, he's serious. And if he called me something like "Toontzy Woontzy the Wonder Seal" in a blog, which likewise makes no sense, I would pitch a fit. (No probably about it, that would be one hell of a showdown.) So my goal for this week is to come up with a brand new moniker for him - - which is hard, because there are so many things that define him. I suggested "That Guy", and he stared at me and left the room again for which I totally do not blame him. "Hubbins" would lend a homey, cozy touch, but loaded with enough saccharine sweetness that I would never be able to look at my own reflection again. Ever. GoHusbandGo? No. Just - no.
What nickname fits a guy who is into (among other things) glam metal, science fiction, Alien, Jaws, hot dogs, snack foods, Mt. Dew and energy drinks, who is in perpetual motion until he crashes into sleep and exercises to (I swear to the gods) Looney Tunes music? He is scathingly intelligent, profoundly playful, prone to antics of epic proportions, and loves carnival rides possibly more than he loves me. Somewhere in all of this, there is a name. I can sense it, but I can't see it yet.
So I'm a little bit stuck, but have set a deadline of Friday. It has to be good.
That said, this might prove inspiring. Or maybe not.
2 comments:
See now I don't know either of you in real life but I like his name. I've followed you all along from that cooking website that shall not be named and both names suit you well. Good lord you definitely don't want anything like hubbins for fear it will bring reminders of the ex who again none of us knew him or you in real life but we could sense and see him crushing you fun self and changing you and how you wrote. I do get the looney tunes because when you describe him to your readers it seems like your talking about taz with a little bit of roadrunner in there. I love how you describe your princess fits aren't we all capable of them, unless your my husband then I plead the fifth. Have him help change his name if it makes him happy but not all your readers dislike his name I think it suits him but make him happy and you. Who says women are the only difficult fussy ones huh. Your readers don't care what you call him we are just happy your happy and enjoy your writings of your family hubby, cats and dogs included
Wow, Tina! Thank you! And you got precisely why I would NEVER be able to look at my reflection again if I dubbed him "Hubbins" - whew, what a nightmare that was. He's actually been mentioning me changing it for a while - I just didn't realize how serious he was about it! We joke around so much that sometimes we don't realize when the other isn't in that place - our life really is the circus described. haha But trust me - my writing won't change, just the nickname. :) He's actually the one who encouraged me, and *hard*, to amp up my writing and post more.
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