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Topic: What's up with your username?  (Read 53548 times)

Liatai

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What's up with your username? #210
What else -- a conlang I tried to write when I was in my teens. It sucked, but hey, this was one of the words that I liked and stuck with me. x3;

Liatai is the feminine form of the noun "liata," plural "liatae," roughly meaning "one who creates," more specifically meaning "one who makes something new from pieces of the old." For example, a carpenter could be a liata if he makes a chair, but if a different guy puts a decorative carving on it, the carver's not a liata as it applies to the chair. Together they could be the chair's liatae, but that depends on local use of the word. x3;

It was more often used in the context of artists, writers, and musicians. Someone who copies a work of art, repeats someone else's story, or sings someone else's song is still important, and there would be another word for them meaning something like "performer" or "one who displays the work of others," but they wouldn't be liatae. A woman who writes songs would be a liatai. Same for a woman who paints original works, tattoos her own designs, or comes up with new stories.

I've been writing, drawing, and coming up with worlds for as long as I can remember, so... when it came time to pick an internet handle, my mind went back to Liatai. ^^;
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What's up with your username? #211
This isn't even my username but I just found out what a Sherman tank is and now I'm disappointed that it's a WWII allied unit and not Aaron Tank's sibling, or something.
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nuffkins, of all people,

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What's up with your username? #212
I visited family a few years ago and bought my then 6y/o cousins a fancy sock puppet sheep. They called it Nuffkins, which I stole because I can't name things for shit.

The original Nuffkins is probably in a box in their parents' basement now. I'm Nuffkins now, motherfucker.
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What's up with your username? #213
I visited family a few years ago and bought my then 6y/o cousins a fancy sock puppet sheep. They called it Nuffkins, which I stole because I can't name things for shit.

The original Nuffkins is probably in a box in their parents' basement now. I'm Nuffkins now, motherfucker.
nuffkins, August 14, 2016, 07:25:40 pm

This sounds like the beginning of a very bad horror movie. You better keep that thing locked up tight

Carbon

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What's up with your username? #214
Carbon is a word most people are already familiar with before encountering me on the internet. Even if they don't know everything about carbon, they know what it is; it's not esoteric or made up. Of course what carbon is in real life is no more relevant to me than it is to you, so it's not like that identifies me in any way, but I like to think it gives a first impression that doesn't inspire hostility, and that's good enough.
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Quaniit

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What's up with your username? #215
It's a misspelling of the Inuit word Qaniit, one of their words for snow.  I was fourteen and thought this was deep.  Still use it as my handle for everything.
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jorty

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What's up with your username? #216
It's a nickname given to me by a friend about a year ago which has somehow stuck and has become what nearly all of my friends call me.
I like it a lot x:
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Lemon

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What's up with your username? #217
Do you wear Jean shorts.
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What's up with your username? #218
Do you wear Jean shorts.
Lemon, August 21, 2016, 09:52:46 am

No, unfortunately I'm a fake jorter girl. :\
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LancashireMcGee

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What's up with your username? #219
I did a (frankly somewhat embarrassing) stream-of-consciousness writing experiment when I was in highschool, and I've used bits of it for usernames on various websites over the years, 'Lamprey Cannon' and 'Lancashire McGee' in particular.

Lancashire McGee was wrestling with at the local foghorn, when he was struck by a notion of speeding velocity. Felled by the rapid-moving concept, Lancashire dropped into a metachloric lapse, and produced a wallaby from his prickly fingers. The complacent crew whose cameraderie forbade them to strike the stricken, or fell the fallen, proceeded instead to photograph Lancashire in assorted Tulips, and laugh with sardonic laugher at his decrepitude. The foghorn was then assaulted by a nefarious Gene Wilder, clutching in his massive hands the scripture of Barium, which is the notion that ants buy very small things in very large quantities (economy of scale). The luck of the lamprey assault cannon was with it that day, as the Gene Wilder had absolutely no affinity for creatures without faces. The Lamprey cannon was, however, seized by the amplitude of the frequency modulator, and promptly doubled over in pain. Nuclear weapons stored aboard the good ship Lollipop irradiated the shoestore salesman attempting to clamber away from the dangerous tuna fish can, but the Leopard bashful, replied in kind, with a .45 caliber round through the brain. As the salesman fell, he caught one final glimpse of his true love, the Pinball instruction manual that had guided him through the war of 104. Hours passed, and as the moment finally snapped into real motion, the Peruvians elected to reshape the concept of schtuvermitch, which is to say, the blood of the innocent children. Nothing had prepared the great mushroom for this contingency, and his spawn could only look on in horror, as a pink mist wafted over the land, carrying with it the smell of burnt paper. "Horse hair?!" shouted the hindmost of the nation of ARGUSHTONIA, cowering behind his paper towel fort, as he demanded that the bombs be placed in every place he had ever defecated. The colonel needed no further warning, as the bridge collapsed directly in front of him, and the opening arms of the cuttl'fish twirl'd to reveal a cacaphony of babysitters, all shouting at the fucking microphone that we were all going to sit at dinner with their boyfriends and pass the potatoes as we pleased. New information aside, the Doom was brought to light by a very silly man by way of a death. Only one death, and that was Death-22. Blood for toaster mittens, and the crumbs of my keyboard sting like bragshn'l glass in fingers of a midsummer night's eve, when the quilt fired mattresses howl at the moonlight in the sea of Japan. Treat sandwich was bestowed upon my cauliflower just before the young child pulled out his pancake batter, and made unhealthy of them all. Lancashire reviewed his situation, looking back on Gene Wilder, Lampreys, shoes, and absolute one (that being the temperature that is exactly one degree above zero). But the chloroform collapsed before he could dance another word, and the chamberlain crumbled into the waves, all murky pink, while the corpses of various household names drift upon the surface, mocking all light, and disparaging rumours about Ross Perot.

"Well, maybe we can get it right this time", exhumed Robert Plant as he cradled the curdling of a blood-stained calf, crying out for its mother, and slowly bleeding to death as it starved. He collapsed on his knees, and wept, as the calf too, cried out, for the love of its mother, and for the merciful death that it could never hope for.

Robert Plant cried, and the ship drifted away into the sunstream...Quote from

Note: I was listening to a lot of 'of Montreal' at the time.

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What's up with your username? #220
I did a (frankly somewhat embarrassing) stream-of-consciousness writing experiment when I was in highschool, and I've used bits of it for usernames on various websites over the years, 'Lamprey Cannon' and 'Lancashire McGee' in particular.

Lancashire McGee was wrestling with at the local foghorn, when he was struck by a notion of speeding velocity. Felled by the rapid-moving concept, Lancashire dropped into a metachloric lapse, and produced a wallaby from his prickly fingers. The complacent crew whose cameraderie forbade them to strike the stricken, or fell the fallen, proceeded instead to photograph Lancashire in assorted Tulips, and laugh with sardonic laugher at his decrepitude. The foghorn was then assaulted by a nefarious Gene Wilder, clutching in his massive hands the scripture of Barium, which is the notion that ants buy very small things in very large quantities (economy of scale). The luck of the lamprey assault cannon was with it that day, as the Gene Wilder had absolutely no affinity for creatures without faces. The Lamprey cannon was, however, seized by the amplitude of the frequency modulator, and promptly doubled over in pain. Nuclear weapons stored aboard the good ship Lollipop irradiated the shoestore salesman attempting to clamber away from the dangerous tuna fish can, but the Leopard bashful, replied in kind, with a .45 caliber round through the brain. As the salesman fell, he caught one final glimpse of his true love, the Pinball instruction manual that had guided him through the war of 104. Hours passed, and as the moment finally snapped into real motion, the Peruvians elected to reshape the concept of schtuvermitch, which is to say, the blood of the innocent children. Nothing had prepared the great mushroom for this contingency, and his spawn could only look on in horror, as a pink mist wafted over the land, carrying with it the smell of burnt paper. "Horse hair?!" shouted the hindmost of the nation of ARGUSHTONIA, cowering behind his paper towel fort, as he demanded that the bombs be placed in every place he had ever defecated. The colonel needed no further warning, as the bridge collapsed directly in front of him, and the opening arms of the cuttl'fish twirl'd to reveal a cacaphony of babysitters, all shouting at the fucking microphone that we were all going to sit at dinner with their boyfriends and pass the potatoes as we pleased. New information aside, the Doom was brought to light by a very silly man by way of a death. Only one death, and that was Death-22. Blood for toaster mittens, and the crumbs of my keyboard sting like bragshn'l glass in fingers of a midsummer night's eve, when the quilt fired mattresses howl at the moonlight in the sea of Japan. Treat sandwich was bestowed upon my cauliflower just before the young child pulled out his pancake batter, and made unhealthy of them all. Lancashire reviewed his situation, looking back on Gene Wilder, Lampreys, shoes, and absolute one (that being the temperature that is exactly one degree above zero). But the chloroform collapsed before he could dance another word, and the chamberlain crumbled into the waves, all murky pink, while the corpses of various household names drift upon the surface, mocking all light, and disparaging rumours about Ross Perot.

"Well, maybe we can get it right this time", exhumed Robert Plant as he cradled the curdling of a blood-stained calf, crying out for its mother, and slowly bleeding to death as it starved. He collapsed on his knees, and wept, as the calf too, cried out, for the love of its mother, and for the merciful death that it could never hope for.

Robert Plant cried, and the ship drifted away into the sunstream...Quote from

Note: I was listening to a lot of 'of Montreal' at the time.
LancashireMcGee, August 21, 2016, 07:31:15 pm

That's more entertaining than Michael Byc's shit.
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What's up with your username? #221
Basically this.

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Ragnarok Boobies

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What's up with your username? #222
I'm not entirely sure exactly when I came up with mine, but I've got a theory as to how I did. Everything gets real hazy that far back.

The first game I ever actively set out to 100% was Crash Bandicoot. I don't know why. I think I was just enthralled by the series.
Around '03 or '04 I discovered webcomics near the end of high school and became engrossed with two in particular; "Mac Hall" and "Megatokyo". By the time I graduated in '05 the concept of leetspeak had made steady headway into the forefront of my subconscious.
A few years later with the purchase of the Orange Box, I found myself in need of a Steam username. Thus, 3viltiki was born via an effluvium of nostalgic placenta as 1337 speak and Crash Bandicoot's tiki mask character (Aku Aku) finally collided and merged as a gestaltian idea that came erupting out of the unholy blighted zone of cognizance that is the CRT-fried portion of my prefrontal cortex.
tl;dr - Megatokyo and Crash Bandicoot did the nasty in my subconscious and gestated a dumb username that I can't bear to rid myself of
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What's up with your username? #223
They're delicious.
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chai tea latte

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What's up with your username? #224
It stands for 'chyours truly latte' because I read Snow Crash at a formative age
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