AAARRGHHH!!!

Happened again, twice this week: My name got swapped. First, it was a neighbour that I saw for the second time. (Nice guy, but he made the mistake of telling me he's thinking of learning German. Two hours later...) I can't bitch too much about that one, since I almost got his name wrong, too. (My confusion was at least unusual--at least, I highly doubt anyone's ever mistakenly called him "Chris" before.) Second, it was a subscription notice for a campus group. Seeing it in print bothers me much more, just as seeing my name shortened or otherwise mangled bothers me more when it's written than when it's spoken.

Dammit, I'm a PROPHET, not a KING! That's it; from now on, I'm introducing myself as "Da".