I don’t know about you, but I have a terrible habit. One I’ve had since I was knee high to the proverbial grasshopper. I name things. And who doesn’t, right?
I mean, I name just about everything. What started with teddy bears and the like, moved to other things growing up till I hit adulthood and then? It moved from favourite childhood toys to grown-ups toys, namely, phones, fridges, cars. You know what I mean. Go on, you do it too, don’t blush. We all do it to a certain extent.
Phones have become the most inventive of the nomenclature I’ve started and has been wildly fun over the years. What started simply as Mister Beep, my first phone, moved swiftly to Noisy Parker, and then, my first flip phone—and oh how I loved that Nokia phone and that feeling I had just arrived on the set of Star Trek!
Mr. Sulu was soon replaced alas and I don’t remember by what or what I called it.
But then? Then came Apple. Oh, you glorious super sleek looking iPhone 4 with your beautiful aluminium body and comfortable feel in my hand. I loved you long and hard, my dear Lady Penelope, you carried all my music on to listen to anywhere any time. You went well with my original iWatch, Dick Tracy. I had you up until not a month ago when suddenly, overnight, in your charging cradle, you sadly passed away quietly in your slumber, busting you case. A fatal battery failure.
I loved Gooseberry (5c) the compact little fellow who was my primary phone till, that is, we upgraded yet again to the iPhone 11 an ugly, heavy, brick which I referred to as, The Rock. Which itself was soon replaced by the more lightweight, agile iPhone 12 mini. And oh how I now lament the loss of Mr. Midnight, you faithful old friend. You fit in my hand much like the 5C before you and were as comfortable to use and carry, as said Gooseberry.
Why I ever let myself be talked into upgrading again to the iPhone 14 pro I will never know. The $200 trade-in? Maybe. The better class of camera? Maybe. At least the pro is not as heavy or as cumbersome as the iPhone 11. And yes, Mr. Plum does have better storage and capabilities, but still … still I mourn you my sweet Mister Midnight.
Maybe, maybe I just need to accept Mr. Plum didn’t do it in the library, with the candlestick, to poor Mrs. White … but who knows. I’m still a weird kid at heart.
And you?
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I don’t know anything except my computers and cars. The VW is Hedwig and the Hyundai is Agnes and we refer to them like they are members of the family!
Oh, I love the names of your vehicles. Hedwig and Agnes sound fun!
This is hilarious. I don’t name anything but my robe vacuum. We call him Axel because it’s a stupid name (no offense to anyone who happens to carry that name) and its male.
I know, I’m probably quite eccentric in this habit. And I love the fact you name your vacuum, and Axel, which really is a silly name, isn’t it? Quite appropriate for a machine.
Funny names, big personalities! I used to name things when I was younger, but now have fallen out of the habit.
Oh, I love that you use to do it. I think a lot of people do it for cars, like the naming of ships!
I love that you name so many things! Fun! We name a lot of things in our house, like our pool vacuum is Max. Every stuffed animal has a name. My daughter names each of her plants. One of my early iMacs was purple and I named it Grape.
Bonjour, Tammy, I love that you are a household who loves to name things as well. It can be so much fun not just for the kids. Oh, and I remember those coloured iMacs as well. I love it: grape!
I don’t name anything. My husband and his friends used to name their cars though. I had one an iPhone12 mini and I just reluctantly upgraded before I went to Europe because the battery was not that great. I miss the smaller size but I love the camera on my new one.
I think this is something men do a lot, name their cars. I guess my naming habit started as a kid, so that’s why I just kept doing it.
Oh, the 12 mini was so sweet for size, but true, the battery wasn’t that great. I love the cameras on the latest phones, they’re amazing!
Haha, this is funny… I love it. I think you’re right, we all do the “naming” to some extent, but I have definitely not named my phone. Cars and plants, yes. It also means we get “more attached” to the items though.
It’s just one of my more quirky, or is that, eccentric, habits. I just find it fun. But it’s true, we do then tend to get attached after naming. I’ve been quite attached to my tech more than maybe I should. Plants? Well, I have some I’ve had 25 years.