Being a small, hyperactive child (and adult now that I think about it)
weasels drew my interest. I remember choosing to write my animal report
in 7th grade biology on the weasel and in Boy Scout camp hearing the meaningless
cry "WEASEL!" resounding across the forest. When I was in college, a girlfriend
who was into ferrets took to calling me "weasel" in her not quite faded
hoosier accent. When one of my frat brothers caught wind of that I threw
a fit and made her stop. I really shouldn't have. I needed a stupid
fraternity name anyway.
Some time later I started referring to some of my own energetic but uncoordinated
actions in Aikido as those of a rabid weasel. This was about the time that
I began getting into the Internet and searching for a unique handle. Since
the romance of Chris7493027578439032032 wasn't quite there (I am philosophically
opposed to using numbers in logon names) Rabid Weasel seemed as good as
anything. And I can't say I have had to fight many other people off who
were wanting that moniker.
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