Gretzky, hah!

I hope y'all noticed the blog's new name and description. Somehow, "The Blog 1.0" didn't quite describe what this blog is. I mean, yes, it's still an initial effort, but it just didn't sit with me. Never did, but I never really felt a stronger connection to any of my other ideas until yesterday.

Stoner is a nickname I've had since elementary school. Back in Redding. At Shasta Elementary. We were the Miners. Given that I was only in 3rd grade at the time that kids first called me "stoner," I wasn't really aware of what it meant. For all I knew, these kids thought they were hot shit for adding an "r" to the end of my name. I was suitably confused.

Other than the relation to my surname, I didn't particularly earn my nickname through practice (as I said, I was 8 years old), but the name seems to have stuck. It's funny how that works. Even at my work people call me stoner. I'm sure it'll stick with me 'till the day I die. I'll be an old man shuffling down the street with a walker and someone I know'll call out to me, "Hey, Stoner!" I'm just sure of it.