Moe
There is an art to naming something. It’s not something you take lightly. You have to assess the personality or quirk of the object. You have to really investigate the thing…. deeply.
There is an art to naming something. It’s not something you take lightly. You have to assess the personality or quirk of the object. You have to really investigate the thing…. deeply.
Besides Moe, the appropriately, unjustly named, sculpted, stooge…
…I’ve know people who have named every car they have had.
Things like color, styling, but mostly temperment while running have led to many a name.
Seems like that table lamp in the back can be named, Plunger.
I swear on my first read-through of the comic I read “How about Moe the Unjustly Named?” as “Moe the Unjustly Naked?”
I’m very happy to have been wrong.
Joe… Ha. (laugh) In your first scenario, he could be called, “Moe the Anatomic.”
Hmm, Moe, the unjustly named, appropriately sculpted, anatomic stooge. (laugh) Nice.
And be careful when you name something/someone.
Back in the early 80’s, I was at a friend’s house when his sister stuck her head into the room to see what we were doing. Dave introduced me, then “forgot” what his sister’s name was so she’d say it. She didn’t, so I said, “Well, if you don’t tell me your name, then it must be Sid.”
She left and said nothing, so to this day, our “crowd” still calls her “Sid”. She’s always gotten a kick out of it, though, so that was good.
I love moe the stooge. Gnyuck gnyuck gnyuck
Everything from endless debates over four kids names (some of which still cause us problems) to days of “here dog/cat” while we come up with the right name, This is the reason we still have a boy cat called Kitty because we couldn’t decide on the right one for him! He doesn’t really answer to anything except dinner so it’s all good! I’m personally bad at remembering names, hence gooing through a whole laundry list at times when my kids were younger of their names and pet names to get the one I wanted. Needless to say, I’m frequently embarassed with trying to remeber acquaintances names. I never forget a face though.
Ha… I have a tendency to name things… it’s the silly side of me. My truck is named “Beast” because my mechanic told me when I brought it in for a lookover before purchase, “These beasts run forever.” Ryan named his bug “Bernadette”… after the name of the little ol’ lady who sold it to him…. (Randie’s dubbed it “Sister Bernie Hot Wheels”).
Joe: I LOVE the “unjustly naked”!
Sid… plunger… and Kitty… I laugh. (And Kitty is an appropriate name for any cat…. kinda like Mac, or Joe… sorry Macs and Joes)…
I had a friend in high school who introduced me to her big brother who was in college. Instead of hearing “Bridgett”, he heard Bird sh*t… and proceed to call me… “Bird guts” (for obvious reason).