Today Calliope posted about names – blog names, real names, and whether you like either or neither. This is particularly relevant to me because as part of this blog switch, I have been debating whether or not I should work up a pen name for myself. I really don’t care much that you all know me by my real name, and my family reads my blog (Hi, Mom), so complete anonymity isn’t really a huge necessity. However, I would like to make it at least a little less direct for my students to find me, should they decide that I am so interesting that they might want to Google me. Not that that has happened before (to my knowledge), but there is a niggling feeling that now is the time to do it.
What I am stuck with, though, is trying to figure out what the heck I should call myself.
One option I am considering is Sonnie K. This is what my mom has called me since I was born, and aside from a few cousins and a couple of aunts whom I rarely see, she’s the only one who ever calls me by this name. Sonnie is actually a derivative of my first name, and of course the K is my middle initial. While I wouldn’t mind using Sonnie K., nothing about it relates to this blog. I could live with that, but for the sake of continuity, I sort-of want a name that at least somewhat relates to the title of this blog.
Seeing as how this blog is titled The Smartness, I briefly considered calling myself “The Smartness.” But, that sounds much too close to The Bloggess. Like Highlander: there can be only one. “The Smartness” as a pen name is a no-go.
The other option I’m considering is K-Smarty. This one was used on a snarky joint blog that I created with Calliope and Io (wherefore art thou, oh Io?). The Vet Mafia Bloggers started as an idea I had which came out of a conversation I had with Io. We pulled in Calliope and created a place made specifically for venting with a side of amusement. It fizzled out within a month, mostly because the three of us were so focused on our own blogs and cycling (or frustration from the lack thereof) that we didn’t keep the momentum going like we should have, but it was fun while it lasted. If you’re in the mood for some vitriolic, but funny infertility humor, is a good way to waste half an hour. Don’t miss The Vet Song, which we co-wrote as sort of an anthem for infertiles which was based on “The Jet Song” from West Side Story.
Where was I? Oh, yes – K-Smarty. I like it, since it has a gangsta vibe, which is what I was going for in the development of VMB. However, there is a page there which links to my old blog, which of course links to here. In a couple of weeks, I will take the old blog completely offline, so if anyone happened to access the old blog through the VMB page, they’d hit a dead end. Still – because I’ve already used K-Smarty in conjunction with the old blog, I’m a tiny bit hesitant to use it again, even though it would take a lot of net pecking to connect one to the other.
This is where I need your help, because though I am a smart one, I am apparently not smart enough to figure out my own damned name. Suggestions, anyone?
Sidenote: P90X Day 2 – Plyometrics = jumpingsquattingkickinglunginggroaningalmostpuking. That’s all I have to say about that.