I have never had a nickname, well, except B., which isn’t so much a nickname as a nick-letter. But no one looks at me and calls me Bubba or Stumpy or Crackerjack or Pooky or Martin Amis or whatever. I guess I just look like I have an adequate number of names to call me.
The Butcher, on the other hand, is sometimes called Trab or Wemoholotrab* or the Butcher or the Baby.
And now? Now the Butcher has the most fabulous red sideburns. And he could, if he wanted, have a great big red beard. It’s pretty funny because his head hair is brown and yet, his facial hair is red, red, red. So, if he wanted, he could pick up one pirate name or another.
I see that Barbarossa means ‘red beard.’ The Butcher Barbarossa would be a great pirate name, too!
*Ha, it just occurred to me that that’s not right, but sounds cool.
Update on Thursday, December 28, 2006 at 08:40PM
Well, so much for this post. The Butcher just came downstairs after shaving his red sideburns right off.
I should just take it as a sign that it’d be okay if I went to bed early.
Tiny Cat Pants 
Butcher Barbarossa would be a good drag king name, too. if i ever develop a drag king persona/act i might steal that one.
Holy cow! You’re right. Feel free to steal it. I’d be honored.
I always wanted a nickname, but I seem to be unnicknamable. And I tend to hang out with extremely nicknamable people. Funny how that happens.