A fun evolution
I giggle inside (and sometimes outside) whenever someone calls me “Sken”. Skennedy was a nickname that stuck due to a number of situations, but Sken is a sort of organic thing – some people just make a nickname of my nickname. I think they tend to be folks who feel pretty affectionately for me.
I’ve always found it fascinating how hard it can be for people to understand or pronounce my nickname the first time it is said, until they have the context. “You know, S. Kennedy.” “Ohhhh!” As someone with an incredibly simple first name, I’ve not really had the same problems that, say, Preeti or my high school friend Shachar Laks have.
PS, speaking of Sken:
Don’t forget. SkenneCon 2008. End of January, my birthday celebration. You know you want to be there.
I’m going to start talking about getting train tickets soon, so we don’t see a jump in pricing. It’s really cheap, right now!
Also also (wik), I’ll probably do a little something local, too. :) Any excuse to get together, right?

I’m disarray. Been that for about 13 years.
So why isn’t it “SkenCon” to show all the extra-cherishing love we have for you?
My name is hardly ever mispronounced as it is misspelled or mistaken for some other Irish derivative, as has been happening to me with nearly every new person I’m met over the last few weeks. Who even knows someone with the last name Fitzgerald, I mean really!?
Eh, call it what you will :) I think I spelled it SkennCon in the original post. ;)
ZOMG, I know you :P
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