Having a unique name comes with a rather specialized set of pros and cons. The good far outweighs the bad, but I often find myself in downright ridiculous situations that most people never have to deal with. There’s also the raging sense of ownership that I have, seeing as it’s MY NAME – I made it up, so I practically OWN it – that’s led to more than a few battles between people who have also laid claim to the name (albeit usually for Night Dwarf +3 Lawful Neutral Ranger Orc purposes).

What’s good about having a unique name?

• It’s a great conversation starter
• People tend to remember me
• I made it up so I am very attached to it
• It is exotic sounding so people think I am some sort of tropical princess, especially when I wear flowers in my hair
• I am all over the Googles with my daring tales of adventure and intrigue
• My name anagrams to “lik mi”

It’s a good thing the positives are so positive, because the cons are numerous and confounding:

• No one can spell it
• People want to fight me over it
• Hilarious people call me “Gimli”
• Any sense of Google anonymity I could have hid behind is gone – employers can easily find an e-trail a kilometer wide of all my misdeeds and pantless activities
• I can’t walk into any kind of store selling fun personalized things and pick a “Kimli” keychain or pencil or hat or license plate off the shelf

The last point is a real ass marble for me, because my name is awesome and should be all over everything (but only available to me). Fortunately, the dawn of the internet and Etsy have led me to a bunch of talented people who make pretty things that allow me to tell the world who I am in some very fashionable ways:

reserved for disco tuesdays

i wear this with nylon shorts and rainbow legwarmers at the roller rink

These are the first two I had, and they’re both from the same website (Wow Imports; the stuff comes from Israel). They are fun and pretty (even if I’m not crazy about the chain), but a little understated for my tastes – you know me; “subtle” isn’t something I am intimately familiar with.

Then I found this on Etsy:

well, not THIS exactly, but someone who could MAKE this

Hell. Yes.

If this looks familiar, it’s because I actually bought 8 of these to give to friends. Look for brilliant pink flashiness around the necks of Shan, Miranda, Renee, Gina, Heather, Gillian, Kim and myself – we are the Pink Ladies 2.0, tweeting up in your bidness. I wish I could afford to buy one for every awesome lady I know, but I am a penniless peasant toiling away in a cubicle each day. Feel free to order one for yourself, though – the more people in the Pink Ladies 2.0, the better. Also, you can be a man. The Pink Ladies 2.0 do not discriminate.

You would think that I would be satisfied with three “Kimli” necklaces, but you would be wrong:

for when i am feeling delicate yet still awesome

I’m wearing this one today, and I love it – it’s so small and pretty. My name translates awfully well to things I can wear around my neck, and it amuses me to no end. Each piece is quite different from the others, both in size and style – I have every occasion covered, from important business meeting (giant shiny pink) to a night at the opera (giant shiny pink paired with pearls).

quad damage!

but what’s puzzling you is the
nature of my game