As I write this, my basement is
filling up with water. Some sort of tempest swirled up from the bowels of the
stratosphere and has, apparently tipped
I should get off the computer. That's the thunderstorm rule. Maybe so I don't get hit by e-shrapnel if my computer blows. Or maybe so I don't lose this document. I don't know but I'm willing to risk it in the name of discussing pseudonyms. Unintentional pun.
It used to be that you could drink water from the tap, talk on the phone and stand by the window during a good squall. Those days are gone. Now you're not even supposed to watch TV during a storm, lest Ari Gold blast out of the screen and take out your eye. And you can't use the down time to shower either. Death by electrocution.
If you're getting itchy about the pseudonym, hold tight, we're getting to that.
With all these limitations, one might think a nasty electrical storm might be the perfect time to do leg lifts. Maybe even crunches. But try to find a spot on the floor that's not near any TV, phone, window or stereo. Just try.
You might try to help your kids with their homework, but they've used the power failure as justification to lose themselves in PSPs. In the name of saving their eyes. Again with the name thing.
Everyone knows these new weather safety tips are just filler for a 24-hour weather channel. When you have to fill 1440 minutes of air time day after day, with nothing more to talk about than Elm pollen and fog, you have to start making weather sound more dangerous. You need conflict. High stakes. Like in a novel.
You just got excited there. You thought I was getting to the pseudonym thing. You were wrong.
Now we even have a weather feature called "Weather and Your Pet." If you watch it, you'll learn not to leave your Pomeranian outside when it's 20 below. And not to leave your Rottie in a car on a hot summer day. Sadly, there are humans who need to be told this.
Which brings us to the pseudonym.
You didn't see the pseudonym coming that time, did you? You started thinking about ghosts and got all excited and off track. You're wondering if that sound you just heard in your basement is actually a ghost. You're thinking you should stop reading this blog and go check. If I were you, I'd do the same.
But then you'll never know how I was ever going to connect Ari Gold taking out your eye and shivering Pomeranians and Elm pollen and pen names.
According to the porn star name as pen name system--your middle name plus the street you grew up on--my pseudonym would be Carole Walpole, which sounds like a terrible author name. It sounds more like a cable station weather anchor who cannot figure out why every suit she buys is see-through.
And if I use my second street name, I'd be Carole Highcrest--which still sounds like a terrible author name. It sounds like a woman on a TV commercial who is frowning in the mirror because of the blueberry stains on her teeth.
If I use my
So you see my problem. If I have to come up with a pen name, I need a new formula. Say...my 97-year-old Icelandic grandmother's first name and my dog's name.
Sounds like a gal who knows to attack from the left, don't you think?