May 14, 2009

• Cold Skivvies and Milk

  COLD SKIVVIES AND MILK

  Thanks to everyone who commented on my last post and suggested that I use a Nom De Plume. If you’ve found your way over here from the message I sent out, I hope you’ll re-subscribe and leave me a note to tell me you’ve found me.
  

  
  Now…as for the new name:

  
  When I decided to rename my site I felt a huge amount of pressure to come up with a great name. It had to be something witty, something clever, something thought provoking, or perhaps just something totally offensive.

  I was at a loss. All of the great names like Primeval Wench, Transvestite Rabbit, Bad Dogma, and Unoriginal Sin had already been taken. I racked my brain for several days before deciding “Screw it, nobody cares what the name is…let’s go with Cold Skivvies.”

  If you’ve been reading my site long you might remember the story behind this name, but that would assume that anything I’ve written would be memorable enough for someone to recall the reference. I find that highly unlikely so here’s the story again:

  My mother was a schizophrenic. She often became confused and she had a habit of doing the laundry, folding my underwear, and putting it in the crisper in the refrigerator. There is nothing that will wake you up in the morning quite like slipping into a pair of cold skivvies chilled to a perfect 40 degrees.

  You might think that is a terribly lachrymose story to be used as an inspiration for a blog name. Not at all. When my mom was lucid she had an amazing ability to see her illness from the outside. I have a very clear memory of her reaction the first time she chilled my tighty whitties for me and then realized what she had done. At first she was mortified. Then, as she thought more about it, she began to giggle. That giggle grew into hysterical laughter until she was on the floor, unable to catch her breath.

  I come by my sick and twisted sense of humor quite honestly.

  So, for me, “Cold Skivvies” is everything that is right about the world, no matter how screwed up that world might be.

  I hope you’ll continue to come by and see me.
  
  

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