We all have our Mustachian handles, and some are straight forward, and some make you go HMMMM? Where did your handle come from?
I'll go first. Alim Nassor is one of the main characters in a book from the '70's written by the awesome sci-fi team of Larry Niven and Jerry Pournelle. The book is called, "Lucifers Hammer" and it is about the end of civilization brought about by a comet hitting the earth. Tremendous book, as is anything these two collaborated on. If you want to read others, check out, "The Mote in Gods Eye", "The Gripping Hand", "Oath of Fealty", "FootFall". All great reads.
Alim is one of the bad guys of the book, but to me he was one of the most compelling, and I thought the name was cool.
Love love love Lucifer's Hammer (and the rest). Every time I drive up to Norcal central valley I try to figure out how I could drive long distance on the rail road tracks in my car ;-).
My names pretty basic. Hardcore minimalist living a mainstream but Spartan life. Plus I really enjoy stoicism and pushing myself physically to test my limits.
is enjoying stoicism an oxymoron? :)
Ha ha. Yeah I guess that's true. Although I once read a book called "The Ancient Art of Stoic Joy" or something like that which dispelled the oxymoron. Of course I haven't got around to reading "Self-Flagellation for Fun and Profit" yet ;-).
This thread topic has appeared before and I loved it. [Insert sigh about this otherwise awesome site's suck-tastic search
disability, even with ARS's helpful tips.]
If spartana ever posted on that one, I failed to see it. I have always wondered about your screen name, dear spartana, and now I know. Fiendishly clever, for which I like you even more.
When I found this forum, I'd never played on one before, so I stupidly used my genuine first name and last initial. Then my life changed a LOT. Eventually, I wanted to start a journal and let my hair down, so I came up with this mash-up. I'm hiding so I can bitch about my MIL and her pal Al Z, who live with us. Sometimes I just need to blow off steam in a safe place, without worrying that someone's going to report me to the authorities, or, as happens with regularity, look at me with judgement in their eyes when I speak to her with what may appear to be a lack of respect. Yes, I must use very short, simple sentences that can sound like commands, because normal conversation
can be is way over her current comprehension level. More and more now, sharp and short is all that penetrates her brain fog, though she still appears normal to the casual eye. I die every time it happens, but for example, I must tell her to take the purple grocery cart, not the orange one, when we go shopping. She always wants to push the cart, any cart, so she lunges for one as I'm getting the shopping bags from the back of the car. The orange ones belong to the small mom & pop shop next door. I hate to hog their limited resources because I never shop there. Odder still, is that MIL doesn't have the ability to remember anything that's said to her, but others hear and judge. Oh, ALZ sucks in so many ways! Don't get me wrong, I know for whom it sucks the most. Still, a safe place to vent is priceless, so Dicey it is.
Oh, sorry, I think I just overshared.