Name Me

This week I have to continue with the Overwhelming Project of Death, start writing the Gigantic Essay of Despair and look at the Career Sites of Bostonicity. Getting up the motivation to work is proving difficult after having had such a long break from it (exams notwithstanding), but writing them here might make them seem a bit more real.

Lately, Whitney and I discussed what to do with our names after we get married. She doesn't want to change her name to mine in the traditional way, and who can blame her - I wouldn't want to change mine. I wouldn't be able to do the little hooks on the Ns in my signature, for one thing. The other normal approach, concatenating the two names, produces either the unwieldily long "Newton-Leader-Picone" or the lengthily unwieldy "Leader-Picone-Newton", or permutations thereof. Permutations thereof. Sounds like I'm in an ideal state to start on this essay.

Anyway, keeping our original names sounds like the best solution for the time being, but what about children later on? They'll either take my name (which is great until you start taking Physics at school) or hers, which is not as close to palindromic as mine. Of course, one solution is to think up a new name entirely, and the commonly accepted method of doing this is, of course, playing Boggle.

N E O E
I W A E N
C L P D
O R N T E
From the above grid, a number of possibilities are opened up. Anderton New-Icepole, for example, is relatively normal though verging slightly on the pretentious side, and Ornatewine Pelcend takes the pomposity to absurd levels. Cowpaint-Leederonen has a slightly Dutch flavour to it, unlike Wireleap Conned-Note. I don't think either of us would be quite satisfied with Irate Clooneen Pwned.

Nothing worthwhile or productive can even come of this, but it amused me for a moment or so.