Screen names that haunt me.

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07-26-2005, 06:07 PM
Dingo

Screen names that haunt me.

Damn this internet forum, and its impact on my delicate psyche.

What is it about certain screen names that haunt me?

"wookalar. wookalar. wookalar." Huh? What's a wookalar, and why does it richochet in my mind when I have insomnia?

"meatdrink9" Why 9? And is a meatdrink like a Spam smoothie, or something?

"FNG." Pronounced in my mind's ear as "feeeEEEEn-guh." But is it really short for "F-ing"? Why do I care? Why do I ponder?

"basom." My mind parses this as some unholy combination of basin and bosom. Boobs in the sink? What?

Eh, I blame summer. It's been hotter'n the surface of the sun here. Fry brain.
07-26-2005, 06:11 PM
DINMS

Heh, the meatdrink story.... You should post that MD9.... where ever you are.
07-26-2005, 07:53 PM
PaSucks

Apparently FNG means "Fucking New Guy." Now you know.
07-26-2005, 11:58 PM
FNG

And it's pronounced "Eff-in-gee".
07-27-2005, 09:21 PM
iceman

Quote:

Originally Posted by FNG

And it's pronounced "Eff-in-gee".

No way.

Effengee, brah
07-27-2005, 09:59 PM
Woodsy

shit I call you eh chee mane
07-27-2005, 11:11 PM
PaSucks

How the hell do we pronounce DINMS?
07-27-2005, 11:50 PM
Duker

Ive always wanted to know what Basom meant and also is Mildbill really mild?
07-28-2005, 12:28 AM
Steezus Christ

I think Wookalar means Wookie pubic hair. One time I bought some lights from him online. I thought for sure there would be Wookie pubic hair (Wookalar) in the box when I opened it up. To my dismay there was no Wookalar what so ever. I was relieved and dismayed both at the same time.
07-28-2005, 08:09 AM
Steven S. Dallas

You know there's probably 3 or 4 "gee, where'd you get your handle?" threads, right?

basom: look to the ween, my friend. Behold the ween.

mildbill: was wildbill until he quit skiing, bought some comfy loafers, traded fishbowls for Michelob Ultras, and took up canasta.
07-28-2005, 09:13 AM
meatdrink9

My name arose from an experience I'm not really very proud of, nor should I be. It was added after the events of an evening that would forever cause children to draw their parents with abnormally large legs. The parents also cast very large shadows. Deep inside one of those shadows was a carnival of sorts. It was at a concession-stand where my eyes first gazed upon the beautiful glass of wholesome meat. I stepped forward with my dollar clinched in my hands. I could barely speak, but motioned to the strange man behind the counter the object of desire. He reached up, grabbed the meaty beverage, and carefully placed it into my loving hands. This was no sissy drink. Forget using a straw. I had to ask the gentleman for a steak knife midway through the cool refreshing "liquid". As my spork returned again and again from the bottom of the glass without a trace of meat I retrieved a second dollar from my wallet and marched back to the stand. This time the dollar was shaking wildly in my overly tight clinched fist. The man looked over the bar and was astounded to see me back for more. My heart was racing. An 11-year old never felt so alive. I retreated to a dark corner of the fair to enjoy my treat in privacy. Again the drink ran out before the void in my stomach did. My lust for runny frozen meats had not been quenched. This happened many times more. 9 to be precise. I began to have visions. I stepped back up to the bar to receive the 10th Meatdrink, but I had been cut off. The mayor was there and he knew my thirst for meat didn't come from a happy place. He and his cat learned the hard way earlier that week. He sent me off to the "scrambler" to distract my attention from the booth. As I began to spin around faster and faster my heart started to beat slower and slower. Time slowed down until it almost stopped completely. I unfastened my safety belt and climbed down from the ride. Everything and everyone was motionless. Except for the miniature giraffe tent. I peered in, then went in, and we began playing a rousing game of hop scotch as the twisted time seemed to have little effect on them as well. After the game I climbed into one of their pouches and we flew off into the night. The next morning I woke up in a foster home somewhere in Belize. I was there for 3 years. Now I won't touch a Meatdrink. Let alone 9.
07-28-2005, 09:24 AM
vinzclortho

Quote:

Originally Posted by Duker

Ive always wanted to know what Basom meant and also is Mildbill really mild?

the robots in Basom's brain, his weekend vampire hunting trips and the winnebago guy came up with his handle.

mildbill isn't really that mild.
07-29-2005, 01:27 PM
snowsprite

I too am haunted by Wookalar. It's surely some sasquatch creature.

One of the names I enjoy the most is Tonghands. "Clack clack clack"...big plastic or metal salad tongs (depending on my mindset) and I can almost hear them clacking when he posts. Creepy and interesting!

Sprite
07-29-2005, 01:57 PM
Cornholio

Quote:

Originally Posted by snowsprite

One of the names I enjoy the most is Tonghands. "Clack clack clack"...big plastic or metal salad tongs (depending on my mindset) and I can almost hear them clacking when he posts. Creepy and interesting!

Sprite

Someone's got a fetish.

Whatever, babe.
07-29-2005, 02:42 PM
basom

i am beyond definition.

its not worth thinking too hard on.
07-29-2005, 02:50 PM
snowsprite

clack...clack!

(oh, and Basom said hard on. Heh!)

Sprite
07-29-2005, 04:40 PM
gonzo

tonghands has something funky going on with his hands. great story that i can't remember.

basom is a state of mind, brah.
07-29-2005, 05:07 PM
Dingo

Oof. I remember the tonghands story. Painful. As an aside, the guy is a fantastic writer; I sure wish he'd post more often hereabouts.

snowsprite: clack-clack! LMAO. [insert joke about salad tossing] Sort of an Edward Scissorshands thing, eh?

edited for slatternly spelling
07-29-2005, 05:08 PM
FNG

Am I the only one who signs credit card recipts and orders pizza's using my screen name?
07-29-2005, 07:05 PM
PaSucks

Quote:

Originally Posted by FNG

Am I the only one who signs credit card recipts and orders pizza's using my screen name?

You probably are, but I think I may start.
07-29-2005, 10:28 PM
Arty50

Quote:

Originally Posted by snowsprite

clack...clack!

I'm gonna go take a monster dump...
07-30-2005, 02:43 AM
BakerBoy

Damn, I suck.
07-30-2005, 08:16 AM
Core Shot

Quote:

Originally Posted by BakerBoy

Damn, I suck.

Once you get married, are you changing to BakerMan??
07-30-2005, 08:27 AM
Tippster

Quote:

Originally Posted by iceman

No way.

Effengee, brah

Wrong.

It's FENG. He's Chinese... black chinese.
07-30-2005, 01:54 PM
PaSucks

Quote:

Originally Posted by Core Shot

Once you get married, are you changing to BakerMan??

Once he's married it will be 'home-depot-boy.'
07-31-2005, 12:07 PM
Kellie

Quote:

Originally Posted by FNG

Am I the only one who signs credit card recipts and orders pizza's using my screen name?

No, I also do this frequently . . . :wink:
08-01-2005, 03:21 PM
snowsprite

Quote:

Originally Posted by PaSucks

Once he's married it will be 'home-depot-boy.'

Hahahahahah!!!! I love it!

My screen name is really gay. But it grows on you for some strange reason. And it fits. All my non cyberspace friends know about it and they're like "Geez! What a stupid name! Have you been smoking crack?" But then they call me Sprite too.
08-01-2005, 05:47 PM
tonghands

My tongs are made from a from a rare and expensive titanium-cobalt alloy, so the proper sound effect you are looking for gay-named one is a thunderous ker-thunk. A ker-thunk cavernous enough to inspire fear in the hearts of my enemies and make women swoon with desire. So really more creepy than interesting.

And Dingo, you shall be given a position of honor after the cleansing.
08-02-2005, 02:25 AM
Spats

Quote:

Originally Posted by Dingo

slatternly

Now that's a word we haven't seen enough of around here -- either in noun or adverb form.
08-02-2005, 09:06 AM
The AD

Quote:

Originally Posted by meatdrink9

It was at a concession-stand where my eyes first gazed upon the beautiful glass of wholesome meat. I stepped forward with my dollar clinched in my hands. I could barely speak, but motioned to the strange man behind the counter the object of desire. He reached up, grabbed the meaty beverage, and carefully placed it into my loving hands. This was no sissy drink.

That guy makes the best meat in a cup. He's unbelievable. He ran the other meat in a cup guy out of business.
08-03-2005, 02:58 PM
DINMS

Quote:

Originally Posted by PaSucks

How the hell do we pronounce DINMS?

I always thought that was fairly obvious...
08-03-2005, 09:07 PM
snowsprite

This might just be the oddest thing you'll see on my cubicle wall!
:D
Sprite

Quote:

Originally Posted by tonghands

My tongs are made from a from a rare and expensive titanium-cobalt alloy, so the proper sound effect you are looking for gay-named one is a thunderous ker-thunk. A ker-thunk cavernous enough to inspire fear in the hearts of my enemies and make women swoon with desire.