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Me and Vera. =)

So I've noticed this weird trend in my life- I really really like to give my inanimate objects human names. My Chevy Silverado is named Chuck (short for Charles Maximillian Chevrolet the First). My phone is Tiberius. My laptop is Alphonso. I realized this had gone a little too far the other day when I was talking to Brenton about his new guitar. My very first question about it was, "So....does it have a name?" Thankfully, he didn't think I was a total freak and said, "Not yet. But my other two guitars are Lindsey and Roxy."
This morning I realized an unforgivable fact. My snowboard didn't have a name. I started brainstorming...it's definitely a girl board...and it's cute and young-ish...but classy and not-quite-ordinary...Anna? Clara? Suddenly I thought of the perfect name. Vera.
And this is how nerdy I am: I named her after another anthropomorphized inanimate object. I named my snowboard after Jayne's gun from Firefly. I just had this moment in my head of Jayne stroking his gun saying, "Her name's Vera." And then I stroked my board and...her name was Vera.

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  1. actually... he said "I call her Vera." just fyi

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  2. Close enough,eh? Thanks though, I was pretty sure I'd gotten it wrong. =)

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  3. This is finest gun made by man and has extreme sentimental value. It's miles more worthy than what you got.

    What I got? She has a name.

    So does this; I call her Vera.

    Well, my days of taking you seriously are certainly coming to a middle.

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  4. Mike? Is that you? Do you have a blog? Can I read it?

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  5. Karissa, you are not alone. I name all my inanimate objects as well. My cars name is Lavern, my ipod is Darth Vader, and my cell phone was recently named Calliope, but sadly my board has no name either. This must be remedied.
    P.S. We should watch Serenity sometime.

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