NAMED. Finally.

At last! Ever since I posted about wanting to name my new phone, two weeks ago or some similarly astronomically long time ago, the answer - or lack thereof - has just bugged the hell out of me. Nothing seemed to fit. But last night, a name drifted into my mind... a name I've always liked, since it belonged to a character in a book I read as a kid... and when I googled it (and subsequently read the first two sentences of the relevant Wikipedia article), it seemed to all fit perfectly.

Okay, I'll end the suspense. Really. I promise. Right now. You wanna know? All right, I'll tell you.

...

Malachi.

Isn't that a great name? Okay, don't tell me what you really think. No, do, but realize that I don't care if you disagree. ;) Or at least that whether or not I do care, it's too late now. He's named.

Honestly, I think I just like the sound of it. Malachi. Sounds tough and yet intelligent. Like some local wise man you'd find in an Irish pub. Yeah, that's it. Preferably one that's buying you drinks.

Anyway, apparently Malachi means 'my messenger' or 'my angel' in ancient Hebrew. Or maybe just Hebrew. Is there an ancient version of Hebrew? There must be. Regardless, although I'm loth to ascribe angelic attributes to my cell phone, it still seems to fit quite well indeed.

Not that I expect him to be any less of a pain in the ass now that he has a name. In fact, he might start getting even more uppity. In which case I shall have to revoke name-related privileges and revert back to "you fucking bitch, work with me!".