Someone once asked me why I named my blog Ziva’s Inferno. I told them it was because The Goldfish Chronicles was already taken. Truth be told, I spent years and years thinking about what to name my blog. Years.
I thought about naming my blog Steve, but someone pointed out to me that my car is already called Steve, as well as my external hard drive… And so are various other miscellaneous objects in my home, except for my stuffed Snoopy which is called Snoopy and my huge stuffed tiger which is called Tiger. I won’t go into how it all started, but needless to say, naming everything Steve can make for very confusing conversations.
On the phone with guy from the car shop:
Guy: Dave’s Car Repair.
Z: Oh I’m so glad you answered; I’m having problems with Steve.
Guy: Umm.. Okay?
Z: He’s making these funny noises.
Z: When I step on it he makes this high pitched squealing noise and it’s driving me insane.
Z: You think you could fix it? My dad said it’s probably the pipes, but I’m not sure. Every time I take him for a ride it’s getting worse.
Guy: Umm.. Look lady, are you sure you called the right number?
And that’s why this blog isn’t called Steve. And I now realize that this isn’t at all the story of why I named my blog Ziva’s Inferno, but rather the story of why I didn’t name my blog Steve. But I guess that’s as good a story as any.
So, why isn’t your blog called Steve? *