And speaking of names

[muckefuck]

Sometimes I wish my parents had had the stones to give me "Maria" as a middle name (since I was born on a Marian feast after all) but they were just not Old Country enough for that. Of course, I had a golden opportunity when it came time to pick my confirmation name and I blew it.

Thank goodness for the Internet, then, where you're free to adopt any names you wish. I was helping someone on LJ with their Welsh recently and they told me (in German) "with that name, you must speak German!" And at first I was like How did you find out my surname? I never mention it here! Then it occurred to me that they were referring to my username, which couldn't possibly be more German. Duh.

Did I already mention that someone left a jar of some instant drink called "Pero" in the staff lounge and labeled it "organic coffee"? The label gives the ingredients as "malted barley, chicory, barley". In other words, it's muckefuck. I keep intending to drink some of myself but forgetting to bring along a mug.

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[danbearnyc.livejournal.com]

As if that would be a problem. My sister was dunked Roman and her first name is my mother's maiden name; her unhyphenated middle name is Anne, after a beloved Irish auntie. My aunt, my sister's godmother, swears that old Father Flanagan baptized her as Therese, the nearest sounding saint's name to the surname.

[muckefuck.livejournal.com]

Must've tithed extra for that privilege!

[danbearnyc.livejournal.com]

Dunno. The priest had refused to marry my parents because my father was 'Piscop and he refused to sign that he was going to raise the bairns as Romans. That the first daughter was being baptized Roman was no doubt to his Portaloaise Popery, so I'm sure he agreed to the odd name, then did it the correct way once he had the child in his hoary hands. Mwahahahahaha! Ahem.

[muckefuck.livejournal.com]

my father was 'Piscop

Da geht ein Licht an!

[danbearnyc.livejournal.com]

I'm sure I've revealed this tidbit before - I even went to 'Piscop seminary for a time where I managed to pour hot tea all over Desmond Tutu's lap. His response was most unChristian.

[muckefuck.livejournal.com]

I recall the Tutu story but not its setting. Time for a booster cup of Pero!

[danbearnyc.livejournal.com]

C'est si!

And for a time rather conveniently located only one block from both the Spike and the Eagle's Nest.