Name Game

I was flicking through the channels a few minutes ago and ran across The Bachelor. It was the Where Are They Now episode, in case millions of Americans were wondering whatever happened to the desperate chicks that were willing to humiliate themselves on national TV a few years back.

There was a bimbo on the screen and she said she's been happy since her time on the show. She didn't win the dude, but she did eventually score a husband who loves her very much and blah, blah, blah.

Anyway, they've got their whole lives planned out. According to her they're going to have three kids. Two boys and one girl. The boys will be named "Aidan" and "Cooper."

Unsurprisingly, she jumps around during halftime at the Suns games. She calls it dancing.

I'm all in favor of people having kids, but what's the deal with names like Cooper? Aidan I can understand - if you're fresh off the boat from Ireland. But Cooper is right up there with "Connor" as a lame handle. Here's what I had to say about it last July:

Random Musing on Old Stuff:

I miss old words and old names. It’s been ages since I met a guy named Lou. Same with George, Zeke, Ted, Al, Ron, Bill, Gus, Hank, Bart, Max, Bruce, Sam, Ralph, or Joe. Where did they all go? Even at the service stations the guys are wearing two syllable names. Wasn’t it a rule that you had to have a one syllable name to work on a guy’s car?

I miss the old words, too. Stuff you never hear anymore. Like ‘tomfoolery.’ That is a great word, and it’s a shame to think it’s gone. Just once I want to hear an old guy come out of his house and yell at some kid, “Knock off that tomfoolery!”

Where’d ‘nincompoop’ go? Or ‘buffoon’?

I miss them.