I don't mean to go off on a rant here, but ...
... I should probably start by saying that it pains me to type this post today. I embrace creativity. I'm down with eccentricity. I'm all for uniqueness.
But I think I found the straw that broke the camel known as "tolerance for crazy names"' back. [Grammarians, that's a double quotation mark followed by a possessive apostrophe and not a triple punctuation mark typo.] Earlier today, I interrupted the Jewel employee cashier standing at the end of her open lane talking to a coworker and I caught his name tag of "A-L-P-A-C-I-N-O" as he walked away. I summoned up my best "street" voice to say to her, "Did that boy's momma really name him Alpacino?" She affirmed it was not a joke and that it was not pronounced in some special manner (a la Hyacinth "bouquet" and not "bucket") ... and that his first name was Alpacino.
That's it. I've had enough. I'm ready for the future. From now on, everyone's a number. I'm OK with that. That may be a Prisoner-ish world (can I be "Number Six"?) but I'm ready to live in it.
BABY NAMES IS A WHOLE INDUSTRY UNTO ITSELF:
http://www.nancy.cc/2010/08/19/crazy-baby-names-seven-zee-genghis-zaugg/
SCENT OF A WOMAN IS WHERE I MET AL FIRST:
http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0105323/quotes
KEEPING UP APPEARANCES IS A GEM:
http://kuacentral.com/
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