Sharp Corners

Once upon a time, I met a girl.

No, wait. That doesn’t sound right.

Shoe and I met while working on the same project for the same client (isn’t that always the way of things?). One day, was plodding along at work (which, since I work at home really means, I was barefoot and mousing around my computer screen with one hand while holding a large cup of coffee with the other) when I decided to check my email. When I saw something in my inbox from her, I quickly put my drink down before opening it because I’d learned that very nearly anything from this girl meant that whatever I was drinking at the time would end up spewed on my keyboard while I laughed hysterically.

She really is that funny. Everybody says so.

Though I can’t recall the exact content of the email it was, not surprisingly, absolutely a riot and I sent her a private note saying so. What started as a group chit-chat on team email evolved to long letters back and forth, comparing notes on and talking about everything under the sun (Except you. We never talk about you.) One thing led to another and eventually, we got together and did this.

Fast-forward in time. I told Shoe I needed a great and memorable name for an IT-centric blog I started for a client (I still need one, yo. Right now it’s named after, well, me, and that just isn’t right.). As only she can do, Kristin came up with a couple of really hysterical ideas that were, y’know, totally unprintable (as did my pal John Mark). We had a good laugh and I kinda forgot all about it.

Until today.

I guess Shoe really wants me to use one of her suggestions. Look what she sent me:

(In defense of us both, the little blue dude is probably only funny if you’re one of these.)

Now, I ask you, how can you not adore someone who gives you these kinds of “warm fuzzies”?

But, damn her, she still wins the prize for the coolest nickname ever.

[Thanks, Shoe! You are 100% celaphod greatness! I love them!]