Ditto.missy wrote:see - I made it easy on everyone - Missy IS my name!
(I honestly do try to remember to use the screen name instead of the real name when talking "to" someone on boards - doesn't always work but I do try).
I didn't know that. It's a bit disappointing really coz I don't actually like my screen name, it was just something simple to type when I registered. I put my real name in my signature for that reason. I seem to have collected a few nicknames such as Fat Hobbit while I've been here.Lambchop wrote:Umm, I thought it was considered good internet manners to use a person's screen name
no...... but since we used to make jokes about our family being a group of myopic midgets, it would have been appropriate! (at 5'4" I'm one of the tallest in my family - ALL of my grandparents were under 5').Cranberry wrote:
But--did your mom spell your name with a little "m?"
Sometimes I use the screen name sometimes the real name, if different.missy wrote:see - I made it easy on everyone - Missy IS my name!
(I honestly do try to remember to use the screen name instead of the real name when talking "to" someone on boards - doesn't always work but I do try).
Not a very interesting one I'm afraid. I used to wear a huge brown leather hat that Pat (Wjindbag) said made me look as though I should be shooting big game in Africa. He therefore rechristened me John Big Zambezi M'Barter Last Of The Great White Hunters. Luckily that proved too much of a mouthful but the Big Zambezi bit stuck.TomB wrote:Umm, and a story you MUST now tell, please.jbarter wrote:For the record I'm John Thomas Barter aka Big Zambezi (but that's another story).
I'm having a maximum density day.... (soon, I'll colapse into a black hole from wich no joke can escape.)TomB wrote:Yeah, I don't get called much by my screen name. Someone, I can't recall who, (Nano??), that it creeped them out. It isn't meant to convey what it appears to, though.
I'd never seen it as anything but Tom B, Tom as in Thomas and B as in B.fearfaoin wrote:I'm having a maximum density day.... (soon, I'll colapse into a black hole from wich no joke can escape.)TomB wrote:Yeah, I don't get called much by my screen name. Someone, I can't recall who, (Nano??), that it creeped them out. It isn't meant to convey what it appears to, though.
I don't know what it supposedly appears to convey. I always assumed it stood for Tom Bealzebub, or somesuch.
I tried so hard to get stationed there. Got Portsmouth VA instead. That pretty much ruined my remaining four years.Wanderer wrote:...NAS Corpus...
At the Naval Hospital in ----- California we had rooms like a dorm. The whole building was shaped like the letter "H". Women on one side and men on the other. Nobody gave a hoot who went back and forth nor what time of day. Pretty cool place. No inspections. Only once in 14 months did the Chief in charge do an inspection. Some new officer was put in charge of the Chief in charge and wanted to tour the barracks.Will wrote:...barracks....
Portsmouth Naval Hospital? I did some time there for a period in 1970. The barracks I was talking about were laid out just like the hospital wards at Portsmouth, with the racks (not single beds) lined up on opposite sides of the large room.Flyingcursor wrote:I tried so hard to get stationed there. Got Portsmouth VA instead. That pretty much ruined my remaining four years.
At the Naval Hospital in ----- California we had rooms like a dorm.
I have a lot of wicked wicked stories from my time there.Flyingcursor wrote:I tried so hard to get stationed there. Got Portsmouth VA instead. That pretty much ruined my remaining four years.Wanderer wrote:...NAS Corpus...
(this is not much of a wicked story, I know..but it's the tamest one I could think of for public consumpition) Admittedly, not as much fun as dating someone's daughter, but I once shot the old man's wife a peace sign at Portsmouth. My last week or so there they had me pulling guard duty at the front gate (a way to keep me out of trouble I was told). You were supposed to salute the staff cars (the ones with the little stickers in the windshield) and wave everyone else in to the base. On my last day there a chauffer-driven Lincoln Towncar, with a sticker in the windshield pulled up and, for some reason, I waved it on. It went 3 or 4 feet farther then abruptly stopped. The rear window came down and a grey-haired woman in a dark suit stuck her head out and began dressing me down for not saluting the car. She also kept ridiculing me for not standing up straight while I was leaning on my cane. During this tirade I noticed that she did not fail to mention that her husband was the commanding officer at the hospital; I also noticed that the chauffer was doing his best to curb his grin. When she was finished I gave her that two fingered salute that military folk detested so much in those days. [Sure it was disrespectful of me, but a lot less so than what she had just put me through for not saluting the car she was riding in. I've always had this thing for equality and mutual respect, which never seemed to mix well with the military mind-set.] I remember her sputtering as she demanded my name and all the other pertinent info so that I could be rounded up and sent off to do hard labor. I also remember the chauffer giving me a discreet "ok" signal as he drove off. I left later that day, received my discharge papers in a week or so and went home. Nothing ever came of it that I knew of.Wanderer wrote:I once dated a CPO's daughter...
