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MadScott wrote:Congrats man! I'd love to hear the story behind the name.
OK, wow..I beat Mercer to the punch on one?
creamdoorthirtyniner wrote:Ok here it is: I've only told a handful of privileged friends that I've made from the cafe about the meaning of my name, but I'm in a giving mood, so i'll share the story:
About four years back, when I was a young age of somewhere in between 9 and 10, I was spending a hot summer day over at a friend's down the road, Eric's. The original plan was to go swimming in his neighbour's pool for a couple of hours and then go home, but that all changed in a flash...
I had just put on my bathing trunks, and stepped outside, when Eric came around the corner of his house, with a balloon filled with water. (When I was a youngin, back in the day, water balloons just dominated everything.)
It just so happened that Eric's neighbour of two doors down, Mac, also had a friend over, Jamie. Mind you, they were both three years older than us, but we were hip and cool, and thought it'd be great fun if we sent over a round of balloons at them. So we did...
And they had a miniature pool filled with balloons, to our little knowlegde. They counterattacked, and we grabbed as many balloons as we could, and retreated to his (mac's) treehouse...
This was, mind you, the most amazing treehouse I've ever seen. It had doors with little chain locks, and windows with the same, and was about 20 feet above the ground...
They followed, and got bombarded by balloons, until we ran out. They were approaching us, and moving closer by the second, with a tub filled with balloons. Thinking quickly, I told Eric to help me barracade the door. But as you already know, we were in a treehouse, and there wasn't much to work with...
We resorted to sitting with our backs against the door, and that was when something caught my eye: a bottle of shaving cream sitting on the ledge in the treehouse. I made use of it, by putting it all over the door lock, and the door handle, as you could reach through a crack in the door, about 3 quarters of a foot wide, and easily unlatch the door...
Mac proceeded to reach in, as expected, and to his surprise, all over the shaving cream his hand went. He then pulled out and started swearing, not knowing what had just happened to his hand...
When the end of summer rolled around, Mac spread word of what happened, and called me "Creamdoor", for putting the shaving cream on his door. it stuck, and that's what everyone, even my teacher addresses me by...
The 39 also happens to be my favourite number, and theirs a reason for that too...
When hockey was till being played, and I was about 6 or 7, Dominik Hasek was easily the most entertaining guy to watch. He'd dive and sprawl, and do just about everything to mae a save. I played goalie in the floor hockey league I was in, and I idolized him, and told everyone to call me the dominator, Hasek's nickname...
As time went by, 39 stuck around, and I would do ritals such as write 39 on my arm 39 time in marker, before a game. It's actaull quite sad...
When I stumbled upon the cafe, I wanted a name that folwed, and sounded cool. I originally wrote "creamdoor39" before erasing it, as I thought my username would look wiked with only words, and no numbers in it. So along came "creamdoorthirtynine", but, once again, it didnt flow, so I added an "r"in it, and that stuck.
I use something along the lines of my username for almost everything now. And there you have it. LOL, I really wish I hadn't spent the last 45 minutes explaining that
MadScott wrote:Congrats man! I'd love to hear the story behind the name.
OK, wow..I beat Mercer to the punch on one?
creamdoorthirtyniner wrote:Ok here it is: I've only told a handful of privileged friends that I've made from the cafe about the meaning of my name, but I'm in a giving mood, so i'll share the story:
About four years back, when I was a young age of somewhere in between 9 and 10, I was spending a hot summer day over at a friend's down the road, Eric's. The original plan was to go swimming in his neighbour's pool for a couple of hours and then go home, but that all changed in a flash...
I had just put on my bathing trunks, and stepped outside, when Eric came around the corner of his house, with a balloon filled with water. (When I was a youngin, back in the day, water balloons just dominated everything.)
It just so happened that Eric's neighbour of two doors down, Mac, also had a friend over, Jamie. Mind you, they were both three years older than us, but we were hip and cool, and thought it'd be great fun if we sent over a round of balloons at them. So we did...
And they had a miniature pool filled with balloons, to our little knowlegde. They counterattacked, and we grabbed as many balloons as we could, and retreated to his (mac's) treehouse...
This was, mind you, the most amazing treehouse I've ever seen. It had doors with little chain locks, and windows with the same, and was about 20 feet above the ground...
They followed, and got bombarded by balloons, until we ran out. They were approaching us, and moving closer by the second, with a tub filled with balloons. Thinking quickly, I told Eric to help me barracade the door. But as you already know, we were in a treehouse, and there wasn't much to work with...
We resorted to sitting with our backs against the door, and that was when something caught my eye: a bottle of shaving cream sitting on the ledge in the treehouse. I made use of it, by putting it all over the door lock, and the door handle, as you could reach through a crack in the door, about 3 quarters of a foot wide, and easily unlatch the door...
Mac proceeded to reach in, as expected, and to his surprise, all over the shaving cream his hand went. He then pulled out and started swearing, not knowing what had just happened to his hand...
When the end of summer rolled around, Mac spread word of what happened, and called me "Creamdoor", for putting the shaving cream on his door. it stuck, and that's what everyone, even my teacher addresses me by...
The 39 also happens to be my favourite number, and theirs a reason for that too...
When hockey was till being played, and I was about 6 or 7, Dominik Hasek was easily the most entertaining guy to watch. He'd dive and sprawl, and do just about everything to mae a save. I played goalie in the floor hockey league I was in, and I idolized him, and told everyone to call me the dominator, Hasek's nickname...
As time went by, 39 stuck around, and I would do ritals such as write 39 on my arm 39 time in marker, before a game. It's actaull quite sad...
When I stumbled upon the cafe, I wanted a name that folwed, and sounded cool. I originally wrote "creamdoor39" before erasing it, as I thought my username would look wiked with only words, and no numbers in it. So along came "creamdoorthirtynine", but, once again, it didnt flow, so I added an "r"in it, and that stuck.
I use something along the lines of my username for almost everything now. And there you have it. LOL, I really wish I hadn't spent the last 45 minutes explaining that
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