I grew up in a very rural area of the southern U.S. back in the 80s. The internet wasn't quite a thing yet, so my window to the world outside my small town was our mailbox, located at Rural Route Box 464. I had pen pal letters, catalogs, magazines and comic books delivered in the mail and it was pure joy to run down the dusty road and check for something new every day.
The internet became my new window to the world, so it just seemed natural to use "Box464" as my address. Even got the domain!
Biology teacher in HS mentioned off-hand that apparently chickens can climb trees. I searched for images online, thought they were funny, and made it my handle.
I was a DJ in the 90ies and needed a DJ name. I was looking for one and when I was on my way to Berlin for the Love Parade by train - already half drunk. And the we stopped in the city Jena, in the part Paradies, so the sign Spain "Jena Paradies" and I thought it was the perfect name for me as a DJ.
Then I added another e and dropped the "last name" part and here we are with "Jeena"
Far out in the uncharted backwaters of the unfashionable end of the Western Spiral arm of the Galaxy lies a small unregarded yellow sun. Orbiting this at a distance of roughly ninety-eight million miles is an utterly insignificant little blue-green planet whose ape-descended life forms are so amazingly primitive that they still think digital watches are a pretty neat idea…
When ICQ was new, I met a girl online that went by Tina. Cute blonde with a gap in her front teeth. She and I would video chat all day while I worked. Many NSFW video chats from her side.
She named me Tina's Horny Boyfriend. And I lived in Texas.
Back when chatrooms were a thing, me as an edgy teenager, wanted something that I thought made me appear dark and mysterious so I chose Der teufel (the devil) as my handle.
Most people couldn't read it properly and called me Truffle instead and I embraced it happily.
24 years ago my dad asked me what I wanted my username to be and I was struggling and he said “hurry up or I’ll pick something silly like prettybunnys” and type it in and I said “ok”.
I was a bookish child and my mother used to take me to the local library weekly. On the way to the children's section I had to pass the large print shelf. There was always this one hardback book there, The Spitting Image. It had a bizarre looking gargoyle on the cover and I used to look away so I wouldn't have nightmares about it, but peek at it between my fingers. Every week for years the spitting image would watch me run past it to the Tintin books. Eventually I lost my fear and I could look it straight in the face. It was a goofy thing, nothing like as sinister as I first thought.
Once upon a time the world was a magical place and I used to invent my own rituals as protection.
When I got to the username prompt Sagat's voice jumped into my head. While I enjoyed SF2 way back in the day I haven't played in probably 25 years, so I'm not exactly sure why I thought of it.
I change usernames every couple years. Betch is just something a couple of my friends started calling me a while ago. It basically became my name until I found something I liked to replace my deadname and it also became my new online identity.
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