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On Being Cryptic

Ha! A challenge! I never back away from a challenge. Okay, actually I do, or I talk my way out of it. I’m conniving that way.

I have been coming up with screennames for over a decade, and quite frankly it’s getting silly. I think I’ve been everything from acronyms to puns, favorite animal to random medication.

You’d think I’d enjoy it more, since I used to complain about not having a nickname as a kid. Nicknames take time, and when you move every two years, well, it’s not as likely to happen. I’m not asking for a pity party. Life is good, and I actually have a pretty cool nickname at work. Well, it sounds bad, but I like it.

That’s all rambling and irrelevant. There’s an old sci-fi movie—post-apocalyptic, stark, inventive, a little disturbing, and ultimately about man’s struggle for individuality. Perfect! The movie title is THX 1138 (Go! Go now, and rent it!), so I just changed the last four numbers to my birthday, and voila, a vague yet descriptive nom de plume. Feels good to share.

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