the Dalaverse

Eee, my egg hatched! I think he's a dinosaur, not a dragon. I have NO IDEA why I named him Tom Thumb. I tried to name him Yoshi, then Luigi, then Travis, but the ink kept disappearing. I was gonna go get my copy of Temeraire to look up the name of the poor little neglected dragon (did I mention how I BURST INTO TEARS over that - on an airplane? Seriously, I could not take it). But my fingers kept idly typing and 'Tom Thumb' popped into my head, I guess because he's so teeny, and lo, it was not rejected like I thought ::shrugged:: I will name the next one something less stupid.

Because I am bored, things I have named over the past few years:

Laptop: the Mary Rose (formerly Sir Christopher Wren - renamed after it crashed and I raised it from the depths)
iPod: Darth Black Pearl (because it's my evil Sith overlord but I love it)
Old iPod: Grace O'Malley
Car: the Cheese
Dad's old Jeep: Wilson
New car: Dr. Bailey
Wee sea turtle: Anamaria
Wee dinosaur: Stanley
Stuffed cow: Carrie Fisher
Stuffed lion: Johnny Cash

I...like to name things random stuff. Except when they're named something for a specific reason. This whole naming thing started back in eighth grade when I named Katherine's guitar Curtis (for no reason at all, in that case). Ooh, I should name my new mattress! I shall call it...Lucille. Dad's new camera is getting named Baba O'Reilly and there's nothing he can do about it. My mother has nothing to be named. Bummer. Oh, I could name the bed - it's a Victorian antique. Its name is Dame Maggie Smith ::is satisfied::

Okay, I'm done naming stuff for the night.