A little story.

When I was a young lad, I was not named Ed. When I say young, incidentally, I mean something along the lines of -8 months, when I was there, but not really identifiable as a human. Anyway, it was inappropriate to give me a name fit for a boy or a girl, for at the moment I was, except at a genetic level, neither, so my parents sought* a name with which I could be referred to, something better than 'the baby'. As luck would have it, they had a somewhat distant relative whose last name was Fishpaw. Not that absurd a last name, but a bit silly. These Fishpaws, then had a son, who they named Turner, which, while a touch uncommon, is acceptable as a first name. The hilarious crux upon which the rest of this story lies? That's my parent's last name, and thus would be mine when I was born. And so, ever the comic geniuses, my parents noted Turner Fishpaw, and began referring to me as Fishpaw Turner until such a time as a proper name could be chosen.

Oddly enough, the Fishpaws were not so appreciative of the gesture, and as a result, I have never met them.

Regardless, the point of the story is to tell you nice people just why I have decided to name my fish Fishpaw. Also, I got a fish today! Won him at the school carnival by failing to throw a ball into a cup, but by being very cute anyway. Then I trekked a mile to the pet store to buy the fish accoutrements for this little thing. In the rain. Let no man say I was not a good fish father!

Other carnival fun: I dressed like a cowboy, and ate free food, and got a two-minute massage from a pretty lady with big arms who confirmed that my back was basically where muscles go to die (tall people slouch). Good times, good times.

* So, for a while, I forgot the proper past tense of 'to seek', and so that read "so my parents suck a name".