I think a trial period should come as a standard feature with...well, just about everything. Houses. Slippers. Bathing suits. And names, especially.
Although slippers are generally inexpensive enough that you can just pick up another pair when you're out buying milk. And bathing suits can be exchanged, except that if you're anything like me, you'll bring the new one on home and find that, hey, it's just as hideous as its predecessor. If not more so.
Houses, well, houses are a little bit sticky. You can't get in or out of them without a bunch of paperwork and even more money. Still, it can be done.
And then there are names.
Names are pretty much permanent. You have to die to get out of them. Don't like baby Bartholomew's name six months later? Too bad. (Okay, so technically you could get a name change, but quit ruining my argument. This is my blog.) Dislike the name of your blog/url? Tough.
And this is why we're here.
When you first start to blog, you're so overwhelmed with shaping thoughts into keystrokes and pushing it all out there, into the big bad scary public for all to read. The name is a best-thing-I-could-conjure-up-on-the-spot sort of thing, an afterthought, if you will.
Sometimes it fits.
Most times it doesn't. I just wasn't feeling the last one. But I've had time to mull things over, and hopefully this one'll stick.
So welcome to 60piggies. Let the merriment begin.
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