Have you noticed the names of some people’s blogs and thought to yourself, “Hey, that’s clever” or “Man, I wish I would have thought of that one” or “Uhh, I don’t get that but whatever“?
Twenty-three months ago as I created my original blog I had lots of brilliant ideas. I would write about my everyday happenings because funny crap happened to me. I would write about past stories because I really got into some pickles. I would write about my opinion on myriad of important topics because people care what I have to say. Well, as we know I really don’t too much of that but I thank the few of you that visit on a regular basis (and those of you who stumble upon me). Where was I going with this…? Oh, right!
Anyway, when I was creating my oasis of creativity that I call a blog I had a heck of a time coming up with names. There were things like LeBlanc’s Place and cliche one’s such as Random Ruminations or something with the word ‘cornucopia’ in the title. I really wanted something exciting and clever and easy to remember. I wanted to think of something that was so outstandingly awesome people just HAD to return and read my garbage. Well, I came up with the above title, A Natural Deficiency Of Moral Fiber. I am not so sure that it is clever but I think it states its purpose as far as I am concerned. It helped out a lot as far as traffic is concerned if nothing else. When most places/other bloggers are nice enough to list me in their blog roll I get to be first or darned close to the top. Most people with short attention spans, like me, are interested in finding new blogs but they won’t travel too far down the list.
Well, the name isn’t one that I came up with on my own. I searched and searched and thought and thought and mulled and mulled and then it hit me. I just knew that one of my favorite authors would have written something profound that I could straight-up pilfer. My first choice was the great British sch-fi/comedic writer (and Doctor Who/Pink Floyd/Monty Python fan), Douglas Adams. I wish that he was still alive as I know we could have been best of friends, I mean we like all the same things. Sad. Well, moving on. I browsed (on the internet) just about all of his books and finally found the perfect gem from the book Life, The Universe And Everything. Here is the exact quote:
“My doctor says that I have a malformed public duty gland and a natural deficiency in moral fiber,” he muttered to himself, “and that I am therefore excused from saving Universes.”
Perfect, right? If you are interested in other spectacular quotes from this amazing writer you can click here but you really should read the books…all of them.
Basically, now that I have spouted off all of this tripe, what I really wanted to get to is asking a question to all of you, my fellow bloggers. How did you come up with the name of your place? Do you like it or have you considered changing it? Are there any other cool names you have thought of for use in your current blog or in a new one? I thought that Nashville With A Tan was an interesting sounding one. It’s from that song from that guy, none of which I can really remember…I really should go get my coffee now.
I’m not a blogger myself (just can’t find the time), but I do peruse quite a few on a daily basis, yours included. Anyway, I have to say that I’ve always thought the name of your blog was incredibly clever. It’s nice to know the story behind the name.
Also, just wanted to mention that it’s not the name that keeps me coming back, although I do click the link from Jason’s World. I’ve found your blog to be highly entertaining, mainly because I think I have somewhat similiar tastes in music and books. And it’s simply fun to read. A nice diversion from the drudgery of the day. Keep up the good work!
P.S. Do you watch the Amazing Race? There is a team called the “frat boys” and one of them looks quite a bit like you (without the beard). You probably won’t agree, but as I was watching it last night I said to my husband, “He looks like LeBlanc!” He says, “Who?” I told him you were some guy whose blog I read. He then rolled his eyes and told me I have too much time on my hands at work.