QotD: Repeat After Me…

How have people mispronounced your name?  How is it supposed to sound?
Submitted by Lorie.

My name is spelled Caroline, but as a child, I was known as Carolyn.  I’m not sure why my parents chose one spelling and then used another pronunciation in practice… maybe because they knew it would confuse every single one of my grade school teachers, causing me immeasurable trauma when said teachers demanded to know what my name was – Caroline or Carolyn?  Apparently “both” wasn’t the appropriate answer.

I kid, I kid.  I do answer to both, but I think of myself as a ‘lyn, not a ‘line.  I’ve considered having it legally changed so that the spelling reflects the pronunciation, but it honestly doesn’t bother me that much (at least, not as much as it bothered my grade school teachers).

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QotD: Middle Name

What’s your middle name?  Is there a story or history behind it?

Urk.  To most people and the legal system, I’m “Caroline E. Moore” or better yet, just “Caroline Moore.”  Leave out the middle name entirely, if you please.

My middle name is actually Eleanor.  Nah, I’m not too fond of it.  I was named after my grandmother on my father’s side, one of many extended family members with whom I don’t have a particularly involved or caring relationship.  The woman basically has no respect for anyone who isn’t perfect, and hey, that’s so not me!  Too bad.

I’ve actually considered having my middle name legally changed to Elizabeth, which happens to be both my mother’s name and her mother’s name.  I have very positive relationships with them, and I figure if I have to be named after a relative, it should at least be a relative I like.

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QotD: Game On

What was the last game you played?

Hooboy, I dunno, this is a toughie.



Last night was our regular Wednesday Molten Core Lucifron/Magmadar/Gehennas/Garr run.  I picked up these beauties!  /flex   That’s my fourth piece in the Prophecy set.

I also leveled my warlock, Cyspar, to 56.  Her last few levels went fast because she is always well-rested (in game terms), so she gets twice the experience for killing mobs.  Rested experience is also referred to as, “that experience you get when you neglectfully leave your character to do nothing but drink pints with the Orgrimmar Innkeeper for months at a time because you’re too busy kissing the floor of Onyxia’s Lair with your main character.”  If she ever gets there, Cyspar will be my second level 60 toon, but that’s a big “if”.

Unfortunately our server is down for hardware maintenance until Friday afternoonish, so I’m taking a brief, forced vacation from WoW.

*steps warily into the light of day, squinting, eyes bloodshot, face pale, fingers cramped*  My god, it’s bright out here!

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I’m such a nerd because…

What’s the nerdiest thing about you?

“Nerdiest” would imply the one, most nerdy thing.  One?  Just one thing?  Well, okay.

Hi, my name is Sheara! I’m a 60 Undead Priest and a Blood Guard of <Grim Determination> on the Earthen Ring server.  For the Horde!

Need I say more?

Other nerdy facts about myself, because just one nerdy fact does not a good blog post make:

  • I’ve had an online journal/blog/personal Web site since before I hit puberty.  To me, Web design is an artform.
  • I use a Mac, and I like it.  No, I <3 it.
  • I went to a special high school for nerds called the Maine School of Science and Mathematics (alternately known as the Maine School of S & M).
  • I graduated from university with a degree in New Media.  “New Media” is Latin for “nerd”.
  • I’ve been known to abuse the emoticon.  🙂
  • Lists.  Lists everywhere.  Lists about anything and everything, as long as it’s a list.
  • Megapixels turn me on.
  • And finally… I’m spending my lunch break writing this instead of eating lunch.  That pretty much sums it up!

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QotD: Easy Like Sunday Morning

What do you usually do on Sunday?

Mourn the inevitable loss of my weekend to another Monday?  That’s what I do for the last hour before bedtime on a Sunday, anyway.

Usually Sunday is my “lazy day”.  For example, today the S.O. and I went out to breakfast late in the morning, did a little window shopping, then crashed on the couch to play Warcraft and watch Monk or Flip That House.  My brother also came over later in the evening, so we ordered pizzas for dinner.  I did manage to clean the house a bit and do a little exercise, but otherwise, it was a do-nothing day, and that’s the tune of my typical Sunday.

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QotD: Can you hear me now?

What’s your cell phone’s ringtone? What made you pick it?

I’m going to share a crazy secret with you.  It’s truly unbelievable, coming from someone whose computer is practically an extension of her arm, but…

I don’t own a cell phone.

I used to, back in the day.  The last cell phone I had was cute and teeny and loaded with all the fancy features.  When I first got it, I spent hours downloading silly ring tones (“Barbie Girl” for one) and games (Tetris!) and poking at the teensy weensy buttons until my fingers were literally sore.  What a funky little piece of technology!

But after the novelty wore off, I realized that having a cell phone meant one horrible thing: People could call me.  Anytime.  Anywhere.  Aieeeeeeee, what a terrifying thought!

See, I don’t like phones, at all.  And I especially don’t like phones that can be carried anywhere, purse or pocket, because when a phone rings, my reaction is both one of repulsion and compulsion.  It’s ringing, so I must answer it, but I really, really don’t want to talk to someone.

But see, this phone had cleverly tricked me into forgetting it was a phone and not a portable game player slash music box.  It snuck up on me, with it’s precious little buttons… and Tetris!  It knew I couldn’t resist a good game of Tetris.

I started leaving the phone primarily on silent mode.  Or I’d turn it off and forget to turn it back on.  Or I’d let the battery run out and conveniently forget to recharge it, and it would sit on my desk in a basket of junk for weeks.  Every now and then I’d remember it was there, and I’d turn it on, check my voicemail, and promptly turn it off.

After a few months of this, people would ask, “Why aren’t you answering your cell phone?” with this tone that demanded that if I had a cell phone, I should be answering it.  Period.  Nevermind that I have a perfectly good home phone with a perfectly good answering machine – having a cell phone meant I would be available to them whenever, wherever, and usually when I least wanted to talk to someone.

And really, do we need yet another person on this planet who feels compelled to answer every time their trendy little cell phone plays a muzac rendition of “Baby Got Back”?  Think about it.  I recently attended a memorial service at which someone’s phone rang just as the sister of the deceased stood up to speak.  She was in tears, barely able to hold it together, and here’s some idiot in the back row chatting away like it was some social soiree instead of a funeral.

The thing is, if I owned a cell phone, I would probably be that person, too.  Despite my strong dislike for it, I can’t resist the allure of the ringtone.  Suffice it to say, I am a much more considerate person without a cell phone, and while there are many (emergency) situations where the cell phone is just the most useful thing ever… I think I’ll live without one.

Beep.  Now feel free to leave a message at the tone and I’ll get back to you whenever I damn well feel like it.  🙂

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