Tuesday, August 28, 2007

I Gotta Name

Jonathan Edward Thomas (JET) Moynahan. Wasn't my first choice, but it was on the golden scroll presented to Mother and Father upon my birth. I'm just glad it wasn't Jonathan Taylor Thomas Moynahan. How would you feel if you were sent to save civilization and were confused with this douchebag?


Yeah, the Home Improvement heart/mullet - throb.

And just in case you were wondering, yeah my nickname will be Jet, but it will definitely not (I repeat, not) remind people of John Travolta's suspiciously absent son; and instead recall images of a fucking engine of fire that gets the human race where it is headed. Don't have an opinion on the song Jet by Paul McCartney's song yet - other than it's sort of badass, but I have no idea what he's saying half the time (what the hell is a lady suffragette?). I figure I can discuss that with him in person tomorrow (he's been commissioned to write my lullabies, you know). Oh, what? Your parents sang Hush Little Baby? Oh.. How awkward for you.

Growth Note: My freckles are maps of ancient constellations and mystical underwater cities.


3 comments:

Tammy said...

Hi DB, or perhaps I should start calling you 'Jet'. Not crazy about the last name thingy, but I was so thrilled to hear you had graced us with a post. I really needed a laugh, and you more than provided me with that. Thanks! You ROCK!!!!!

Ra-Ra-Ra-Rachel said...

Well Jet, I just wanted to welcome your beating heart into the world ... I look forward to your leadership.

kma35han said...

Jet,
We love you! Umlaut go back to Brazil!