Big Jim,

Hummm, maybe you and I aren't so similar after all. If I called you Seamus I'd still be calling you James, or Jim. Where I'm from we'd most likely pronounce your name: Seamus. Doesn't change who you are.

Your a Scot. That would mean somewhere along the way you would have been called a Celt. That is a name give to Us by the Romans. That isn't our name for ourselves. We even will call ourselves Celts. And you might be even older than that; a Pict. I am a Pict. It isn't the name we called ourselves, but the Romans. We still use the name though.

I can't understand that narrow mindset. After someone tells me their "name" I always ask: "What do you like to be called?"

If I didn't like my "first" name, but one of my "middle" names was more pleasing to me, say my "name" was Bonzo David Smith. I liked to be called David. Say I wrote my "name" as B. David Smith. Would that offensive to you or anyone here?

I've given no one here any reason whatsoever to distrust me, but because my "handle" doesn't suit your ear or mind you will treat me as if I'm a criminal? That just doesn't seem like any family that I would hang with. Would you "make" P. Diddy -- or whatever he's (et al) calling himself this season Or JLO -- for Jennifer Lopez; that's her "name" right, Jennifer Lopez -- would you snarl at her for using JLO?

BMI lists me as ToxicRose. They didn't think anything of it. Or if they did they never told me about it. In fact, depending on the genera, I use a number of different "names", and they are all listed with BMI.

I'll tell you what I'll do. I'll tell you my "given" name, as I heard it for the first 13 years of my Life: Labhriunn N'Dhomhnuill; also listed on my BMI contract.

And it seems that one of the first things people here in America like to do is give you a "nickname" anyway, so what's the point of a name anyway?

If you have a problem with people being casual here, then just ignore my postings. Yeah, that's pretty simple. But I have no truck with you. You can do, think, say anything you wish, about me or to me. It makes no difference to me. I'm fine. I know who I am, no matter what.

Hey, if I called myself Bill Smith, would that be a problem? That's a name people who are doing what they're not suppose to be doing like to use.

I'm not trying to get up into anyone's grill, but you're wanking on me without cause, and where I'm from someone who does that is going to hear about it.

Maybe you should just chill, let's talk, see if I'm a wanker or not. How does that work for you?

Seamus, or Jim if you prefer, you never answered my query: Is Edinburgh still the grand town I remember?

Oh, and on Thanksgiving here I turned on some Americans to Spotted Dick and Liquorice Allsorts! They not only never had them before, but they never even heard of them before. I also got a couple of Mars bars! They have them here. I mean the ones from Home, not the overly sweet one they have here.

Oh, you'd get a giggle out of this, Big Jim -- you might should I think -- my rock band is called: Glasgow Kiss. I'm sure you know what a Glasgow Kiss is.

Are we good then?

Supper!

Cheers!

Last edited by imtoxicrose; 11/26/11 02:31 AM.

The sad fact is, we now Live in a Reality that demands you believe in the security of fantasy. - MacIain