Meet Tim Winni

Change is good.

Blogtucky is now 2-1/2 years old. As I do so often in life as I near the 3-year mark of anything, I feel the need for a shake-up. Thus, I've changed the name of this blog to, simply, Bothered and Bewildered in Blogtucky.

The formerly "bewitched" part had always sounded a little too precious for my tastes, a little too "he listens to showtunes" (which I don't) or "he fancies himself a modern-day Samantha Stevens" (hardly; I would have kicked the dueling Darrens to the curb years ago).

I debated taking the title further, renaming the blog Bebitched, Bothered, and Bewildered, because, let's face it, that is my chief emotional response these days, being a bee-yatch. ('Cause I'm so good at it, that's why.) Then again, I'd really like to name it something completely un-blog-related, much like my friend, the Sin City Flake, did with her as-yet-to-be-acted-upon blog, Rejected Zen. So Bothered and Bewildered will have to suffice for now, until I can come up with something catchier or just get totally bored and need to do something, anything, to keep me engaged in my own writing life.

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Speaking of precious, my former moniker Raplicious had become rather hackneyed-sounding, too. Sooo five years ago, which, come to think of it, is when it came about, thanks to some after-5 pm goofing around with my friend Snappymack at our old office in San Antonio.

So when I needed a new nom du blog, I returned to the source of my original incarnation and inspiration--La Snappy--who suggested "Tim Winni."

That Snappy's got a long, good memory. I had told her a story from last fall, about when I had been at a professional meeting in Central Pennsylvania, a region I had only recently left after working there for--wouldn't you have guessed it?--three years. At the meeting's luncheon, to my surprise, I was was singled out before the entire group as a special guest. "And now the man who needs no introduction . . . ."

Thus, Tim Winni was born--The (Ti) Man (M) Who (Wi) Needs (N) No (N) Introduction (I).

I felt like such a rock star at that moment, although admittedly a rock star well past his prime and one whose career was successful in some Far Rockaway of the entertainment world. In other words, at that momen, I was Estonia's answer to Elvis.

But so be it. Estonia's quite a lovely little country, at least the parts of it I saw way back in 1985. And Tim Winni makes for an excellent blog guise.

At least until I change it out again.