Master of My Domain

By Jim Hagarty
2016

When I sat down to start this blog, I had one name and one name only in mind for it.

wanderingmind.com

That was the name, Wandering Mind, of the humour column I wrote every week in the last newspaper I worked at.

But wanderingmind.com was taken. Its registration ends in 2017 but the owner would probably renew it. I could have contacted the owner and asked to buy it but implied in the word “buy” is the word money and I don’t have any. I tried mywanderingmind.com. Taken.

Aaargh!!!!

I tried a few others. Most of them taken. Here are a few I came up with:

mybusykeyboard.com
thoughtsforsale.com
wanderingkeyboard.com
thewanderingkeyboard.com
storygallory.com
untidymind.com
thestorymaker.com
storiesoutofschool.com
storycooker.com
storiestosmileby.com

I gave up and went to bed. The next day, lifesentences.com popped into my head. But it had a justice system ring to it. Criminals would be going to my site to figure out how they could get out early.

I like the word “sentences” and given that these sentences would be about my lifetime here on earth, I thought I would put the two words together. I ran the concept past each member of my family. It was the first one (after wanderingmind.com) that they all liked and liked a lot.

So I did a registration check on lifetimesentences.com.

It isn’t available.

I own it now.

Author: Jim Hagarty

I am a 72-year-old retired journalist, busy recovering from a lifelong career as an unretired journalist. This year marks a half century of my scratching out little fables about life. My interests include genealogy, humour and music. I live in a little blue shack in Canada and spend most of my time trying to stay out of trouble. I am not that good at it. I also spent years teaching journalism. Poor state of journalism today: My fault. I have a family I don't deserve, a dog that adores me, and two cars the junk yard refuses to accept. My prized possessions include my old guitar and a razor my Dad gave me when I was 14 and which I still use when I bother to shave. Oh, and my great-great-grandfather's blackthorn stick he brought from Ireland in the 1850s. I have only one opinion but it is a good one: People take too many showers.