A few folks have asked me what the 'Bonzer T' is about. Fair question. The short answer is that it is my video game alias. Not for cool games where people wear headsets and play Mortal Combat with a friend in Vietnam; I don't have the technological wherewithall to play anything like that. No, I'm referring to old school games from the N64. With my super-secret alias, my ninja-like character named 'Bonzer Terriffic' can shoot up Nazis and the Nazis will never know it was actually an unshaven fat guy on a couch wearing only his boxers named 'Mike Jacklich'. I'm safe from retribution.
The longer answer is that 'Bonzer Terriffic' is my porn alias.
You know that game--Mom, maybe you don't--where you take simple information like your pet's name or your middle name and then tack on the street on which you grew up and that becomes your pornstar name? I always hated that game. But then again, I don't like these so called "rules". I will admit, that sometimes those rules come (har!) up with some pretty wicked adult film names. I have an ex-girlfriend whose porn name was "Dolly Yukon" by these rules. That's pretty good. I have a former friend (he knows what he did) whose name turned out to be "Charles Timberridge". I would absolutely buy that guy delivering a pizza to a lonely housewife. Maybe he looks like this:
I always preferred to be a bit more creative when it came to such life long decisions like what your porn name must be. By the rules, my porn name should have been "Hugh Yackley", which, I must admit, has grown on me. It's solid. But it lacks the pizazz necessary for such a career.
Anyhow, many moons ago, in college, I was an underrage drinker at the Outback Steakhouse in Tulsa, Oklahoma. A few guys in my fraternity worked there so us poor, underage kids could drink beers and order off the childrens menu thereby getting drunk in a public place while spending as little money as possible. For those unfamiliar with the Outback Steakhouse, it is an Australian themed restaraunt that could be considered the Olive Garden of steakhouses. You get a decent enough meal but if you're looking for a good steak, you're in the wrong place. In this instance, "the wrong place" was "Tulsa". As Tulsa often is.
On this particular evening, I found myself gazing at the coaster beneath my mug. Listed on the coaster were a few Australian translations of typical English words. In this case, the coaster read, "Bonzer = Terriffic". I turned to my friend Marc (probably he was there...he was always there with me) and said "Bonzer Terriffic would be an excellent porn name". Or, more likely, I said something like "Boszner Terristific wuld be as awesoms porn num. Hoooooooooo!"
I drank a lot in college.
From this one absolutely forgettable evening, I created a life-long, completely ridiculous alter-ego that is only mentioned within the context of video gaming or the above porn name conversation. And now, Bonzer Terriffic is the title for my totally rad blog.
