Nicknames

NIcknames are funny things. For example, often the nickname that you like the best is not the one that sticks and this can bother people, although from my experience they usually end up deciding that the one they liked at first is actually dumb and that the one everyone is using is much better. Of course, sometimes not. Then there's the case of the ill-advised nickname. The case of the ill-adivised nickname is thus: while young and foolish (or old and foolish, whatever), you pick or are given a nickname that is, rather objectively speaking, fairly terrible/dumb/inappropriate when taken at face value. Unfortunately being young and foolish (or what have you. We'll go with sedimentary and a troll) one might not realize that said nickname is fairly terrible/dumb/inappropriate and keep it around in some capacity for years to come. It just so happens that the username I have used for this blog falls under that category. See, it was kind of an inside joke that led to a nickname that stuck with nobody but myself, because I found it amusing, most likely for dumb reasons (for those of you who haven't heard the story and are wondering the origin, "PlushToy" came from a night of Christmas caroling where one of my friends neglected to bring gloves and desired a way to warm his hands. As I and another friend of mine were sitting on either side of him in the back of a car, he decided the space directly beneath our posteriors would be as warm a place as any. This action prompted the comment "man, it's like Bony Boy and Plush Toy over here," which is rather ironic now since I've remained pretty skinny while my other friend has developed a certain...biscuitiness to himself that sort of negates the whole "bony" thing. Anyways, this is far too long of a parenthetical statement and I shall now bring it to a close. Ta.) It has taken many years for me to come to terms with the fact that it's only really funny to me and other people, seeing it out of context, might take it wrongly so I have decided to change my username to the one in the URL of this blog which is in fact a childhood nickname from back when I had only recently discovered mobility. Well, I need to get back to work. Enough of this elongated post about a trivial change to my blog. Go comment or something. I'm gonna go run a gel.

An Illustrious Fraternity

According to Google, I am one of only two people to ever cut themselves opening a jar of peanut butter. I feel so special. So very special.

Bucking the System

I am blogging from work. This is a terrible thing.

And yet I continue to do it.

The reason for this probably lies in the fact that I am done with things to do for the time being and haven't found anything else suitably productive to do. As such, I have been amusing myself by perusing the archives of Hyperbole and a Half and have been thus inspired to write. Specifically, to write about how I'm writing. How very meta of me. Unfortunately, this is the extent of what I have to write about, although I think the main point and purpose here is to write something at all, so the writing in itself is a fairly important (not to mention rare) occurrence an thus is worthy of its own blog post. Man, I better wrap this up before I trap myself in a paradox loop; writing a post about how I'm writing a post where the impetus of writing the post is the writing of the post itself, which is also the subject. The subject is the purpose and the purpose is the subject.


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I've been reading far too much Homestuck.