faberm wrote:
Thanks for emailing me "Cheerio Texas". Wish you and others would abandon these weird
on-line/on-forum names. I never know who the heck I'm talking to with all of these cryptic names.
Makes me wonder if Brendan is really named Brendan and Louie really is Lughaidh, and Bríd is really Bríd. I could be talking to Tom, Dick and Harry and not know it.
Hmm … does that really matter, though? I mean, a rose by any other name, right?
Sure,
kókóshneta (which—in case you didn’t know it, probably fairly likely—is Icelandic for ‘coconut’) is not the name on my birth certificate, passport, or bank cards. But what difference does that really make? I’m so used to being Oisín and kókóshneta (or variations thereof) online that they are as natural to me as Janus is.
Where I play badminton, most people call me Hagrid (God only knows why). I react and respond to that just as naturally as I do to Janus.
In fact, on the odd occasion when someone online or in the badminton club calls me Janus, I actually notice it because it feels odd and out of place somehow. Like when someone calls me ‘Mr. Jacquet’, which is something I might expect to see in writing, but is not something I would ever be called in speech.
Online nicks are just another form of nick(name), except we usually get to choose the online ones ourselves.
