Showing posts with label names. Show all posts
Showing posts with label names. Show all posts

Friday, June 1, 2012

Suddenly! A Less Mossy Rock

So motivated by a sale deadline I designed some new business cards pour moi last night.  Inspired by my graphic resumé (which the QR code takes you to), I like the continuity there but...honestly, wouldn't have been my first design choice as a stand-alone.
It'll be nice to actually be able to have something to hand out to people when they ask again.  The only part that wasn't outdated on my old ones was the name. Oops...




Next up: the cards repping my personal trainer side.  Just haven't deiced if I want to brand myself yet or not... Or more accurately, what as.  I could, after this blog, "Savage" - which I kinda like (apparently "Mongol" tests as more offensive/confusing.  So much for beating clients with the flat of a broadsword) - but how many times should I want to explain that its origin comes from my stripper name and what does that do to my credibility?  Also, do I care?  (PROTIP:  probably not.)

Still, open to ideas there for now.

That is all.

Thursday, November 4, 2010

Origin

This blog took two days to make.
Not because I was coding or learning how to code or was previously illiterate 2 days ago.  No, it is because every single brain child of a name for it was already taken by some other jag.  Seriously  the WORST people on earth have all my good names.   I checked up on them - absolutely terrible!
One went to a suicidal dude, another has only been posted in once.  Ever.  Third seems dead now (the blog not the person.  Though obviously I can't promise the latter), but formerly used by a hippie.  It just went on like this, each a trainwreck in its own right.  It was distressing.

So eventually I did what every situation calls for - I turned to strippers and science.  Using the time-honoured and tested wholly scientific tradition of uncovering one's stripper name (name of first pet, plus first street you lived on) I have dubbed this experiment:  Tiger Savage.  Yeah, that's my stripper name, not even kidding.

Tiger was my tabby cat.  Savage Rd, Newmarket was the first street I can remember living on.
Okay, to be fair I was born and raised for two or three years in Toronto first, before being kidnapped and forced to move to the boonies (by the very parents I trusted!  But more on that some other time).

Probably  due to the extreme partying and debauchery in my infancy, I have no idea what the first street I technically lived on is called.  Was called.  Who knows?  I do recall a balcony though.  There was no dividing wall between the balconies at our first apartment building, just a small "bump-thing" that did little to keep me from wandering into neighbouring apartments.  But I digress.  In any event, "Tiger balcony" will not be my stripper name.

So where were we?  Here?  Okay, soon I'm going to say "I hope you enjoy this little experiment" (meaning this blog), but honestly, between you and me, I only hope you enjoy it, dear reader.  All those other readers - screw those guys.  This is just for you.

So.  I hope you enjoy this little experiment.