The utterly glorious Mister Peace tagged me inadvertantly with his “google images” meme.
What is this, you ask?
Here are the rules:
1) Go to http://www.Google.com
2) Click on Google images
3) Type in your name and search
4) Repost (w/ a link) the picture of the oddest, craziest, strangest, coolest, oldest, etc. person that shares your name. Post multiples if you find a few you like. (See Below)
5) Pass it on to at least 5 other people.
As is my way, I don’t do tags by halves. I find them oddly inspiring. Probably because it’s a chance to wax lyrical about myself to my heart’s content.
So, here we have it.
I’ve always liked my name. Nay, loved my name. Not many people say that about their own name… but I suppose I can credit my parents for having immaculate taste. Mind you, I was almost called Miranda, which is also a lovely name, but my grandmother protested loudly, and I became Vanessa.
I have been told most often throughout my life, is that my name means, “butterfly”.
So, it’s quite understandable that for a long time, I believed that I was some kind of enigmatic butterfly, until I discovered that the name Vanessa, is just the name for a genus of butterly, like these:
I am all of these butterflys, and if that means that my name “means” butterfly, how could I complain? Butterflys are the epitome of delicacy and beauty…
Of course, that also makes me pupa and caterpillar, which strangely thrills me just as much, if not more…
I delved further.
Apparently, I am also shoes, which would please me no end if I had a shoe fetish, but then again maybe not, because you’ve got to admit, they’re not very spectaclar shoes…
It turns out, I am also a doll. A hot doll, no less. I am ever so pleased.
And some beautiful blooms. I can’t think of prettier flowers to carry my name….
This painting is called “Vanessa”, by Guy Morand. Does this make me his muse by default…?
I am also fluffy white cats. Only. No other colour need apply. Apparently.
Hey, I’m a computerised chess game! Which is pretty cool. I haven’t played chess since before my grandfather died when I was 9. Nobody has agreed to played with me since. I can’t help but wonder if there is a reason for that…?
Girlfriend! I’m a drag queen. Fabulous, darling! (you know it had to be a big photo with that outfit…)
And, as is the contrary nature of my being, I am also a strange piece of machinery related to the rotary process, whatever that is….
A somewhat groovy chair? It works for me. I do work with furniture, after all…
I am also Johnny Depp’s gorgeous, French pseudo ex-popstar girlfriend/partner/wife. Go, me!
And facial cleanser. I wonder if I could snag an endorsement?
Ships. Can you believe that all these ships are called “Vanessa”? Me neither. I like it. I love ships. And boats. Water is my element, all over. I dig it.
This one pleases me more than most. I love aeroplanes. A biplane called “Vanessa”. How many people can boast that? I wonder who inspired it?
But, I think above all, I will always remain a pygmy goat.
What is in your name?
(Don’t) Follow the rules, people…
Song of the Day – Turin Brakes – Forever