what’s my name

This is one of the few things that can completely paralyze me with indecision and a monumental fear of judgement:

if it's not FUNNY people will think LESSER of me

if it’s not FUNNY people will JUDGE ME

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.

caw! no bluetooth for you! caw!

caw! no bluetooth for you! caw!

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.