About Me

Recent graduate of Texas Tech University. I am now working for the "man" and hating it.

Thursday, February 28, 2008

The Curse of the Firsty Firsty


The term “Firsty Firsty” comes from a movie called Puddle Cruiser. This movie was one of the first movies created by Broken Lizard, who you may know went on to create Super Troopers and Beerfest. A coworker recommended this movie to me and was insistent upon how hilarious the movie was. I took his advice and rented the movie one weekend and stayed in expecting a night of pure hilarity. I could not have been more disappointed. The movie was absolutely the worst movie I have seen in quite some time. I repeatedly fought the urge to turn it off in the hopes that it would soon get better. It did not. I had believed that my coworker had sound judgment and had interests and tastes that were similar to mine, so I was baffled as to how he could have recommended such a horrendous movie. The only possible explanation for his favorable review of this movie is copious amounts of mind altering drugs.

It turns out that there was one semi-funny scene in the whole film that was probably funnier to me because I can relate to it. The name of the big, good-looking antagonist with which the main character is competing for the girl, is Traci Shannon. Traci is described by one of the characters as being a “Firsty Firsty,” or having two first names. Not only does Traci suffer from being a “Firsty Firsty,” he is a “Firsty First, Girly Girly.”

Being a “Firsty Firsty” is something that, unfortunately, I am all too familiar with. Technically I am a “Firsty Firsty Firsty” which has caused immeasurable amounts of confusion to the people in this world. Ever since I can remember, people have fucked up my name. I am constantly called by my last name, Lance. I understand that this is a common first name and a very honest mistake, but the problem persists even after multiple corrections and by people who I have known for a long time. The part that is mind-boggling to me is that the mistake is made by dumb people and smart people alike. Many very intelligent persons have simply decided to ignore the comma that separates my first and last name on many standard documents, and call me by which ever of my three titles they so choose. I have simply given up and answer to all three names without hesitation.

It could be worse, however. I was recently made aware by my mother that if my grandmother had had her way, my first name would have been Smith. Smith? Smith Lance. Take a second to think about that. Can you imagine the mindfuck that would have been unleashed upon society? It is possible that peoples’ heads would have blown up upon being informed that my name was not Lance Smith, but Smith Lance. This is the same lady who named my father Lacy. Sucks to be him. I cannot thank my mother enough for throwing a fit and refusing to let me be named Smith.

So this is the long-winded explanation for the title of my blog, Musings of a Firsty Firsty.

Monday, February 25, 2008

Thinking of a name

When I decided to create this blog, it took me only 5 minutes to hit my first obstacle... thinking of a title. So I figued it was only fitting that my first entry chronicle the overcoming of this obstacle.

As I sat here in my cube attempting to look busy to anyone who happens to wander by, I began to realize the importance of the name of my blog. Not only should it be original and project a little about myself, it should (if by some miracle this blog becomes something that people actually want to read) be a bit catchy.

My first title ideas, brain droppings (taken from the title of a George Carlin book) and cerebral flatulence (taken from one of my old baseball coaches and was by far the least offensive of the things he would say), were already taken and definitely lacked originality. These two choices were aimed at portraying the stupidity and irrelevance of most of the entries that will be contained in my blog. So after staring at my monitor for a period of time that is way to long to spend on something so trivial, I consulted my friends for help. Within minutes of sending an e-mail, I had received numerous responses.

Friend #1 suggested, among other things, The Epic Life and Times of G-Rot (G-Rot is a not-very-clever nickname this friend has given me). Friend #1 is characterized by his short e-mails that consistently include the phrases "please advise" and "that is all," as well as a blatant overusage of the word "epic." This was easily dismissed due to the fact that there is absolutely nothing "epic" about my life thus far.

Friend #2 suggested astroturf for no apparent rhyme or reason. Despite the temptation to derive some off-the-wall, far-fetched explanation for why I chose this as a title, I dismissed that one as well.

Other suggestions included: Another Day Another Dollar, I Get More Ass Than a Toilet Seat, How Does My Dick Taste?, How's Your Wife and My Kid?, G-Money and the Special Sauce, Confessions of a Douche-Bag, Get a Life, and other various low-blows aimed at myself.

My conclusion? I need different friends.

The name I ultimately decided on, Musings of a Firsty Firsty, was submitted by a coworker. The reason for my decision will be explained in the next post.