The domain name search has been an exercise in frustration. I used to think that I’d be able to come up with something in five minutes, but when I actually put my mind to it, it stumped me. A word or a phrase or a nickname that isn’t too embarrassing, perhaps. (I didn’t really have anything other than my last name, which worked fine usually, but isn’t what I want for this site.) Hopefully nobody else has taken it yet. Do a domain name search for it…. Chances are, it’s already gone. Adding a level of complexity, tailoring the name around what the site is about- art, poetry, quantum physics… chances are somebody’s got it. Or worse, somebody’s squatting on it and willing to sell it for an inflated price. This stuff gets harder and harder.

Now, I’m also a snob because I don’t want a .biz or .us or .info extension, so I realize I’m being picky. I tried phrases that reflected the house, and things inside it, e.g. the toilet in the basement, which always makes me laugh, has a yellow seatcover with a smiley face painted on the top: Pottyface.org. I tried silly words I use all the time: all permeutations of craptacular and craptastic are taken. (Most of the other phrases I use are PG-13 and R-rated, unfortunately.)

Then I started thinking of common phrases and dissecting them: one came to mind immediately, which was [open mouth] insertfoot.org. Another was [this house/truck/tool is] donebusted.org. Song titles that might lend a name were consulted: idiotking.org is available. I haven’t decided on anything yet, but I’m going to make a decision in the next 24 hours so I can get this thing off the ground.

Bling. This past weekend, I noticed a new realty sign on the corner down the street on my way to work. Always curious, Jen and I did a search and found that the four-square around the corner (same floorplan, same square footage) is on the market for the astronomical sum of $550K. Good LORD. We’d better spiff up our house before the neighborhood upscales us out of existence.