My name is Self-Appointed Expert, and this is my blog. It is part memoir, mostly fiction, and above all just trying to be funny. Some of is based on stuff that happened to me, some is based on stuff that happened to people I know, and a good deal is just entirely made up. So, if you find yourself offended, just remember - it's a joke. When you give me that look, it's a joke. Consider it my homage to the Secret Life of Walter Mitty, A Million Little Pieces, John Hodgman, and Christopher Guest.

Sunday, December 11, 2005

By any other name, totally not as sweet. (For me, anyway.)

Whenever someone I know has a baby, I'm always disappointed when they don't name it after me. Even when it's a boy. Especially when it's a girl.

Ingrates.

1 Comments:

Blogger Anna said...

You can always do what my grandparents' friend Edwin did when I was born: offer the parents $25,000 cash (or some comparably ridiculous amount) to name the child Edwin or Edwina.

The bad news for my parents is pretty much that they forfeited a large sum of money. The good news for me is (a) I'm not named Edwina and (b) I know the exact opportunity cost of my name.

So anyway, that could be you.

9:30 AM

 

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