What's in a name?

Until you make your own blog, or have your own kid, or feel like naming your genitals something special, you probably don't realize how difficult it is to come up with a name that sticks. Personally I believe its because of my obsession with trying to be hip, new and cool, I ended up putting off making a blog for days weeks months years.

I like knowing what other people think would be good. So I tossed up a question on the good ol' Facebook. And frankly I was very pleased with the turnout. Everything from  "All we are, are Farts in the Wind" to puns of my last name. I felt like the prettiest girl at the ball, so many choices! I couldn't just choose one. So I used this as an excuse to not start up the blog.

A damn fine shame that was, I totally had opinions for a couple of things that have arrived since then. Call of Duty Black Cops 2, Prometheus, and others have kept me fairly preoccupied and I couldn't help but think to myself... Damn, you know what I should do? I should buy a boat. Then write a review on this boat. It's been like that for weeks. It kind of sucks.

But hey, this blog exist now and all is right in the world.

The story of how the title finally came to be is quite a silly one. You see it was Thanksgiving and I had just returned from eating Thanksgiving dinner with my girlfriend's family. To say it was delicious would be a massive understatement and quite honestly should shock and appall all who were involved in making such a delectable meal. During said meal though I had one or two (just one) Blue Moon which is honestly the only beer I actually enjoy.

Once the GF and I got back home, it was time for her to sleep so she could prepare for the Madness of Working Retail in Black Friday. This gave me all the time in the world (about two hours) for me to play some of that Magick The Gathering I bought from the steam sales today. That was fun. I also got in some play time with Scribblenauts Unlimited which I feel really deserves a review. But now's not the time nor place for that.

I logged into my last obsession for the night, World of Warcraft. Around this time I was trying to get my death knight to level 88, which I've put off 'cause I've been busy doing nothing. One of my guildmates, Shathri, was attempting to say something intelligible, a feat that happens once in a great while. He meant to say something about showing off a cool hat. But somehow that pesky e found its devilish self into the end of the sentence. I don't know if it's that one beer (it wasn't) or the two hours of magick (probably not) and scribblenauts, or if I'm just crazy (99% sure on this one).. I just could not stop laughing at the mistype.

I declared to Shathri that it will be the title of my new blog and ten minutes later this sad little blog came to existence. Looking back, it really wasn't silly.

I'm just crazy.