Thursday, March 8, 2012

How to describe “Young Daniel?” I would say the nickname died SO YOUNG, but that would be kind of superfluous.

Well, hey there, my bros and lady bros. I hope it’s been a good, er, eleven hours since we last met. You may have noticed that I’ve been blogging up a storm this past week.

There are a few reasons for this. One, this blog is still just a tiny, precious baby. Or, looking at Horatio, I’m thinking maybe slightly terrifying baby with sharp teeth and talons might be a more apt description.

So I want to get a nice stack of fun things up on the blog quickly for you new readers to enjoy.

I’ve also had a few Personal Things going on—mostly good things, but still nerve-wracking things—so blogging has been a nice distraction.

I’ve told you guys about my boyfriend, Dan. Though you might recognize him best by the handle of “Young Daniel.”

I’ve mentioned that Dan wasn’t very fond of his new nickname, but I wasn’t fully aware of the extent of his distaste until I called him “Young Daniel” on Twitter this morning:

As I’ve pointed out before, I am not very good at Twitter. As in I’m not very good at picking out which jokes can stand on their own, and which require a little more elaboration.

So I elaborated:


I showed the tweets to Dan and he was Not Pleased.

“I don’t like ‘Young Daniel,’” he complained.

“What—does it bother you how condescending it is?” I asked. Because it is. Jokingly and lovingly so, but it totally is.

“No, that’s fine,” he replied, and that is one of the many reasons I love him. “It’s just not funny enough to be the name you call me all the time on the blog. Plus I don’t like the name Daniel.”

“That is your name.”


Now, think “Young Daniel” is funny. But, hey, maybe it is just me. It wouldn’t be the first time. And even if it’s not just me, I don’t have the heart to keep calling my boyfriend a name he really doesn’t like on the big ol’ Internet.

I don’t know if you know, but people look at the Internet from time to time. And not all of them can take a joke as well as we Velocininjas can.

So I’m taking this challenge in stride, as I proudly proclaimed on Twitter:

So there, Sir Daningsworth of Ill-Humored Hall. I hope you’re happy.

I was going to just give you one silly nickname. But now you’ve opened the door to thousands.

You have no idea what you’ve just done to yourself.


  1. Hahahaha. Oh poor, poor Daniel. So many nicknames shall soon happen. I would sooo refuse to take out the trash. I hate trash, passionately. That's what I get for being having a lil' OCD. oh well. Sir Daningsworth, very nice. Hopefully the Personal Things go alright.

    1. Haha, I know--that kid didn't know a good thing when he had it. I'm not a fan of just about anything that counts as chores, but what can you do. Thanks for the kind words--they're not scary Personal Things, more exciting Personal Things.

  2. Is Dannyboy too obvious?

    1. I would say yes ... but considering I have to come up with something new EVERY time, I'm sure I'll run out of the subtler stuff pretty quickly.

  3. Danamation? Dannitol? Danberry? Dandelion? Danito? Dandelizzing?

    1. How did I not respond to this right away? Those names are all going on my master list.