I'm completely nicknamable. I always have been. Well at least since High School. That's how I got the name for this blog. It is my current nickname. It was given to me by my friend Ranger, who is actually named Melissa Range. We have another friend named Chris Copeland who we call Copey. And mine, of course, comes from my name Brian Dixon. I kind of like it. It is playful which I am. It is a little bit southern, which I am. (But not in the racist way that Dixie often describes.) And it is a little girly, which I am.
When I was in High School, my nickname was Yang. You might think it came from some interest in all things balanced, you know the yin and yang of it all. But no, nothing that centered or even groovy. Instead it is kind of sad and nerdy. I was on the yearbook staff from my 10th grade year on. (I was the editor my senior year and the president of the National Honor Society. Yep I was that guy. Big ol' geek. I would like to think I've gotten beyond that, but I'm blogging so my guess is that I haven't) So anyway my first year on the staff, before computers were as common as they are, all of our copy had to be typed on a typewriter. And according to our advisor, Ms. Crabtree, all of it had to be error free. Well I hadn't taken a typing class so my typing skills were poor, the hunt and peck variety, and since the paper we were typing on was carbon paper that meant I had to start over a lot. I was lucky if I had just begun typing. More often than not, I got almost to the end. So you might be asking yourself what does any of this have to do with your nickname. Well, I was also a good Christian boy who had not yet discovered the full and beautiful range of profanity. So on one of those days when I was almost finished typing my yearbook copy, I made a mistake, and as I ripped the paper out of the typewriter, I exclaimed in sheer exasperation, "Oh Yang!" And well it stuck. I had it engraved on my class ring, imprinted on my yearbooks, printed on t-shirts. And I liked it.
I think some people are just nicknamable. And I guess I'm one of them. Maybe in my next blog I'll tell you about some other nicknames or the nicknames I have given to people.
3 comments:
ok, so one of my many nicknames in High school was toast. We were talking about the possibilities of nuclear war, and I said, "the whole world would be toast" My classmate sitting next to me only heard the last word, and for some reason for the next three years, that's what everyone called me. I've also been called blurb, and the heater. The heater came from football because I could run like "William the Refrigerator" Perry, who played for the chicago bears in the 80's. but since I wasn't near as big, I was called "the heater". In fact, when I got the ball, or was to get the ball, that was the name of the play. "Run the heater" That's actually my favorite.
I've never really had any nicknames. But I too was "that guy" (or girl in my case) - editor of the yearbook and President of NHS. I knew there was a reason I liked you, Dixie!
I join the ranks of yearbook editor. Can't remember if I was president of NHS or not because our NHS wasn't that active, but I know I was a member of NHS. Hmmm . . . very interesting. I never thought of myself as nerdy because of those rolls, however, I just thought it was a fun job. (We acted pretty crazy in yearbook!) As for nicknames, my dad called me "Koose" from the time I was a baby. I also got the name "bunker hill" at church camp when I was about 8 because I got eaten alive by chiggers ONLY on my butt. Then I was named Rudolph on a youth choir trip when I got a horrible sunburn on my nose while we were stranded on the Canada side of Niagra Falls (our bus didn't pass inspection to get back into the US so we spent the day at the falls -- pretty fun for us!) Other than that, cant think of any other nicknames.
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