This is one of the few things that can completely paralyze me with indecision and a monumental fear of judgement:
Nothing dries my creativity up faster than something needing to be named. I have paused in front of screens like this for more collective time than I ever dare admit; all for an inability to a) pick a name, b) come up with something suitably amusing, c) settle for the boring default. It’s a problem: you have no idea how long it took me to name my phone. If I were to ever be saddled with the naming of a live creature, it would likely turn 15 before I decided on what to call it (while second guessing this utterly inconsequential decision every step of the way).
I got a new computer last night: a 27″ iMac that is the size of a planet. I am hoping to use my old 21.5″ iMac as a second monitor via TDM (which will always mean team deathmatch to me but apparently also can stand for target display mode), but right now it is being a jealous bitch and refusing to Bluetooth properly. In between fighting with Leonidas (my old iMac; so named because our house is named Sparta only because I watched 300 the night before we moved in) and upgrading the OS on my new machine, I did what anyone would do in this ridiculous first world situation: I put tiny crows on the top of my old machine.
I need to stop rearranging my desk and get myself presentable: I need to go outside for a cable and also more Diet Coke and perhaps some Bluetooth that isn’t giving me ass marbles.
I give my tech ridiculous, childish, not especially creative names. Then one day I was feeling all grownup as the guy at the car dealership showed me how to hook up the fancy Bluetooth on my new car, and “Telemaphone is now connected” popped up on the dash screen. I felt like a complete idiot. And I was really, really grateful that I hadn’t tried to connect my iPood.
What, am I the only one who noticed the “Cannibalism for profit” tab?!?!?
:D :D
I recall a friend of yours whose cat was named “The Cat”.