in a name

So, if the first entry was the stupid one explaining what this crap is all about, let this one be about how the "domain" got it's name.

[I'm not going into explaining the title, because knowing my little mercurial self, that'll change with the wind. Or something else possibly profound. Anyway.]

Pass the fox is a shortened version of one of my favourite lines from Auntie Mame (1958, starring Rosalind Russell), a movie I pretty much grew up watching. [As in, other families watched It's a Wonderful Life at Christmas, my family watched The In-Laws, Auntie Mame and A Christmas Story.]

So the background of the quote is [in an extremely abbreviated version, that's still long anyway] that Mame, who is a New York Yankee of extremely bohemian and eccentric tastes, is down South, trying impress her fiancé's family. The family decides on a hunt, and of course Auntie Mame, being who she is, is entirely out of her element -- with one boot that completely doesn't fit, among other riding/horse related troubles.

The hunt ensues, and the old toad-like matriarch of the family sits out front watching, along with Mame's long-suffering and loving nephew, and the little brother of the evil woman that left her foot in Auntie Mame's boot. [Just go with it.] So, by some weird confluence of events, Auntie Mame ends up doing really well, enough so that she passes the Master of the Hunt.

And then she proceeds to pass the fox.

It is at this point that the toad-matriarch stands up, and yells, "Mother of Jefferson Davis, she's passing the fox!"

Lord knows why, but I've always loved that line. Sure, my sister and I always do the "Is everyone lit?" thing [regarding flaming cocktails], but the fox thing is all mine.

And since what I really wanted to use as nonsensical "domain name" phrase was already taken -- or something, because blogspot in all of its infinite stupidity said it was available but wouldn't lock it in – that came to mind, and because I'm a lazy bastard, that's what stuck.

For yay.