What's In a Name (Part 2)

After procrastinating and agonizing over what to call this blog endeavor of mine, I have now completely decided that "In Memory of Aborted Journals" totally sucks.

What was in my crack pipe that day?!?!?! Crack?

I think I should change it, but once again, it feels like such a commitment, and of course, I'm deliberating the idea to death. (which is how I came up with this stupid name in the first place).

I've entered long-term relationships with less of a prolonged thought process, and once even had the nearly immediate same sense of dread afterward as I did when I actually saw this insipid blog title on-line for the first time.

"In Memory of Aborted Journals" seemed so clever, so different, so perfectively descriptive.

In hindsight, after re-reading some of my posts I'm leaning toward just changing the name to "Cranky Fag".

[Don't you just love that word: hindsight? Whenever I say "hindsight" an image of an ass wearing a pair of eyeglasses always pops into my head.]

Anyway, I'm open to suggestions...