Crash's name at the rescue was Patter when he was adopted to be cagemate to my ex's chin Cervantes the Dread Pirate Chinchilla (of the Soul Caliber games). When he had his first playtime in the bathroom, he was completely inexperienced with a tile floor, so instead of slowing down and stopping while running, he'd just stop moving his feet, so he'd slide and-- CRASH into Me, which happens to be one of my favorite Dave Matthews Band songs. His middle name came when my ex and I tried to get him back into his cage. The ex is a fan of "The Emporer's New Groove" and kept saying "No Touchy!" as Crash bolted away. So Crash into Me No-Touchy (Last name) he became.
Champagne Supernova was named Oasis by the people user Chins&Dobermans rescued him from. He didn't seem to like a breeder environment, though, which made me think he might be a good buddy for Crash, and would enjoy being a spoiled pet even if they didn't get along. So when I adopted him, I decided to rename him as well: new home, new start. But at the same time, I liked Oasis, which is another of my favorite bands. Also, since breaking up with the ex, I'd kept the same screen name here even though I wasn't Mommy to the 3 Cs any longer (Cervantes, and Cleo the dog stayed w/ my ex). So as I thought and Thought and THOUGHT on names, I kept coming back to Champagne Supernova by Oasis. Nova is a beige, so sort of a 'champagne' color, and with luck he'll go from being a very shy, watchful chin to a giant explosion of personality-- he'll Supernova if you will. But in the mean time, he's just Nova (or 'no va' which means 'doesn't go' in Spanish, since there's no sign of him leaving any time soon!).
And then, there's YouBe. I went to Humble Acres thinking I'd meet Oasis/Nova and see if I wanted to try introducing him to Crash. But, when surrounded by cute fuzzy animals, what does one do but coo and baby talk and fuss and offer petting through the cage? And out of the blue this bitty, chipmunk-looking standard caged with Oasis started petting me back. I think the first words out of my mouth when I met him were "God, you saw me comin', didn't you?" But I was prepared to take on a second chin; I'd never even considered a third. And yet, here was my dream personality-- outgoing, a little cheeky, cuddly as heck, and a BIGTIME flirt-- in a teeny little gray package. Then I met his momma-- sweet as honey and beautiful to boot-- and his daddy- a spry old man that passed on a little bit of sass- and I was a GONER. I think I spent half an hour on the chin room floor trying to tell myself it was a bad idea, I shouldn't even think about it right before a big move... but no argument could trump those little paws patting my hand and the belly smushed up against my knuckles. So, then, he needed a C name too to make my username accurate again. Cue Bob Marley and the Wailers Could You Be Loved.
"Don't let them fool ya,
Or even try to school ya! Oh, no!
We've got a mind of our own,
So go to #$!! if what you're thinking is not right!
Love would never leave us alone,
A-yin the darkness there must come out to light. "
So my sig line is "My babies Rock" b/c they're all named after rock/pop songs.
