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Oddly enough, this does bear a more than superficial resemblance to me. I never realized until I looked for this picture yesterday. Cute, Huh?.

There’s been a bit o’ speculation about the true meaning of my nickname, KKBundy.  Kandy Kabin, Daz?  Really?  Kinky Karl, Paul???  You know you’re just encouraging him.  To clear up this confusion I’ve decided to tell you all a little tale of my decidedly wasted youth.  Brace yourselves.  This is unlikely to be pretty.

On my first day of freshman orientation at the very Catholic University of Mary some twenty-five years ago (What!! How the…?? Sigh!), I was unpacking my stuff in my dorm when a few of us from neighboring rooms got into that typical young men’s verbal attempt to find the alpha male.  This is called giving each other shit.  After a long and inconclusive search something was said that shot me to the very bottom of that list.  One youth from South Dakota asked me where I was from. “Montana.” I replied.  Now, as with any two regions that lie near each other, there are certain, shall we say, “Rumors” that arise regarding the personal habits of their neighbors.  ”Oh, a sheep fucker!” he replied.  Let’s stop right there for a moment. I know what you’re thinking and let me assure  you that intimate relations with any four legged creature has never been any part of my sexual repertoire.  I’m not saying that no Montanan has ever… um… partaken.  I just don’t know of anyone personally.  Really!

Taken back by this insult, I did what any hot-blooded young boy/idiot would have done.  I tackled him.  Good naturedly, of course, but tackle him I did.  As we were wrestling, a muscular giant of a young man named Dave rocketed to Alpha status by very effectively mocking us both by belting out the theme from “Rocky”.  You know Dat da dadatdat da da dadadat…WTF??  Um… How the hell do people write this stuff anyway?  Oh,never mind! At any rate,  this rapidly morphed into my theme song.  When I entered a class or the cafeteria, the Rocky music would echo throughout the room.  BTW, Dave rapidly became one of my best friends in spite or, perhaps, because of this.  Weird how it all works, N’est ce pas?

Eventually, he tired of the Rocky theme and started a progression through the pantheon of professional wrestlers before finally settling on King Kong Bundy.  He even had a new bit of a theme song with the words “His name is King Kong Bundy.”  sung this to a tune approximating “Rawhide”. He still sings this to this day when I call him.  Don’t ask!

I’m not sure why the name settled here; it just did. But it has been there ever since. When the very first electronic bulletin boards opened,  King Kong Bundy became the natural choice for a screen name.  As it was too long and most systems of the time wouldn’t accept three word nicks, I shortened it down to KKBundy.

I have changed my avatar to reflect my real identity.

Now you know. You may wish you didn’t, but you do.

Live with it.