Its Day 3!

Its funny how the littlest things can be the hardest to accomplish in a group of practically any size. Today it was easier for 13 people, living in four different time zones, to quickly pick the times they wanted to meet for the entirety of the next year, but picking a name for the group was a monumental task. We had 13 hungry people who all knew lunch was on the table a few hundred yards away and that was not enough motivation for them to belittle the naming process. Names are in fact powerful. Names carry weight and have influence, its the main reason no one should name their daughter Roxy, Trixy, or Star, unless you want to raise a stripper. Does that mean Roxy cant be a doctor? Of course not... but lets face it, odds are she going to be a stripper. Just like odds are your son named Melvin is going to be a geek... or if he shortens it by choice to Mel, a professional bowler. I think it has something to do with three letter names fitting well on bowling shirts... but I am off subject. We came to a decision that I think no one was happy with at the time, so I believe I am going to call for a recount tomorrow after everyone has had a day to think about it. It is important to remember that quick decisions can lead to your loved ones becoming strippers... or worse... bowlers.