Sunday
More of the aftermath from the ISTH trip.
I ended up becoming a big fan of Brenda Kahn, who wrote "I Don't Sleep, I Drink Coffee Instead." Here's the really awful video.
Monday
Up until my senior year in high school, I was known as Andy -- or more often than not, Andyhuff, all one word. I never liked being an Andy, so I started getting my friends to call me Andrew starting sometime senior year, to varying success. New friends took to it easily -- although they'd frequently be asked "Who's Andrew?" when they talked about something we did together. "Andrew Huff." "Oh, you mean Andyhuff!"
It was tougher for friends who'd known me for years, so I was touched when they made an effort to make the change. It meant a lot.
It's a pity that didn't work out for you... "andyhuff" would've been a nice login[1] to have. But I get the coupling between names and self-identity. I had to have a little argument over the choice of a "confirmation name", or rather, why I wouldn't pick a different name--"This name is me, none of those are."
[1] Yeah, I'm an irrepressable Unix geek.