What's In a (Domain) Name?

My name is Derek Robertson, yes, but if you like what you read here and want more you won’t find me at derekrobertson.com. Someone beat me to the punch.

I grew up in a world of Etch A Sketch’s and Pogs, so I wasn’t prepared half a decade later when everyone and their mother bought their own personalized domain name.

Yes, it’s too late for me, but not for my kids. Somewhere in the distant future when my wife (or inappropriately young mistress… what? Accidents happen all the time) suggest a baby name I won’t get bogged down thinking about what sounds good…

“How about Rachel?” she’ll ask

“Rachel? Rachel Robertson? Really? Dot com that and our daughter’s screwed. Unless you’re willing to raise her in the United Kingdom, rachelrobertson.co.uk is available.”

Forget the birth certificate, when my daughter is born the only documentation I want to see is ownership of her new domain name presented to me by the hospital’s IT department.

What can I say, I’m a 21^st Century father and when the time comes for me to force offspring upon this world (sorry world) they can rest easy knowing their shameless self promotion, inane blogs, or if she’s a bit anti-social, pictures of her favorite types of cats from around the world, will have a home at _insert_name_robertson.com.

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