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It takes guts to post after that one IB. Anyway...my porn/pen name would be Molly Arnold, which I actually kind of like, so thanks for that!
I worry so much about how fame will affect my home life. Paparazzi stalking my children, crazed fans sneaking into my hot tub, you know the drill. I'm hoping a pen name will allow us some semblance of normalcy.
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Machine-gun is the kind of name a seven year old boy gives a cat who purrs so constantly, so loudly and so heavily that she doubles as a neck massager.
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Let's see. Well the current cats are out. Furby, Ink Spot, and Widget. Nothing there. If we go back to cats no longer with us, there's Christian, D'Artagnan, Beethoven, Buttons, Peso, and Lotus Blossom. Although Lotus Blossom did at least go by the nickname "Libby". That might work. Chris on the other hand was "The Slasher" and Buttons was "Bad Boo the Screen Slayer". No help there. Way back to childhood cats we have Taffy and Tiger. Nope.
The dogs, well. Micah will always be a masculine name to me, so we'll set that aside. That leaves Aliza. My childhood dog was Missy. I refuse to use that.
We're down to Libby or Aliza, neither very appealing to me.
I live on a numbered street. So, there's another problem. The nearest cross streets are Gramercy and Van Ness. Yech. Libby Van Ness sounds like somebody snooty, at least to me.
If I ever need a pen name, I think I'll just go with a childhood nickname--Merry--and another family name (really long story) Gilliland. Merry Gilliland. That could work.
Or else I'll just stay who I am.
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Well, there were the turtles, Hickory and Dickory. And a few fish, but they never lasted long. I actually caught Tiger killing the last of them. We don't talk about the ant farm.
Oh, and the parakeets, Holly and Noel (guess when I got the parakeets.)
In my defense, every one of those cats was born here to a feral mother and domesticated. Widget was actually brought in at four days old, having been abandoned by his mother. I really should put up one of the pictures of Aliza and Widget on my blog. (He thinks she's his mother.)
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Three days after I was born I was brought home from the hospital and the family dog, a scottie-poodle mix, jumped up in the bed and licked my head. Her name was Fuzzy. Since then, my life has seen a cavalcade of critters.
Then there was:
Patch - the blue parakeet Snooky - Lhasa Apso - awesome friend Sparky - goldfish Radar - the hamster Hannibal - the dwarf rabbit Twinkie - Another blue parakeet, but much smarter Cat - calico cat Chaser, Midway, Shilo, Gracie and Tater - Fancy mice
And I've lived on Norton Street and Del Amo Blvd. and Berendo.
There's one more hamster, a grey cheek parakeet and a bunch of fish and some lizards whose names I can't remember.
So where do I start? Tater Norton? Twinkie Berendo?
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Probably white. But you don't have to ride a giant carrot, or even a bass guitar with a lawnmower motor in it. Since inevitably, that would lead to you smacking me upside the head with it, opening a N.O. portal inside my skull and causing giant robots to erupt from my forehead.
Just the ears and the tail will do.
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