Have a large oceanfront house being built on the Outer Banks, need some ideas on a name. Turns of phrase, plays on words, etc.

Pass on Jimmy Buffett related themes and the word serenity, both are over used cliches.

Go!

10/8/2015 9:16:15 AM

Enter Sandman

10/8/2015 9:19:31 AM

humblebrag bungalow

10/8/2015 9:21:16 AM

margaritaville serenity

10/8/2015 9:24:04 AM

serenityburger in paradise

10/8/2015 9:24:51 AM

Pina Coladaburg
Son Of A Son Of A Bitch
Coconut Pete

10/8/2015 9:44:42 AM

serenity shark

10/8/2015 9:46:12 AM

Doucheland über alles

10/8/2015 9:54:56 AM

Tiny Dick In the Wind

High Tide, Low Self Esteem

Rolling Waves of Acceptance

Blowing Away Your Inheritance



[Edited on October 8, 2015 at 10:02 AM. Reason : .]

10/8/2015 9:59:43 AM

Jua N Di Az

10/8/2015 10:01:42 AM

http://www.newyorker.com/magazine/2003/06/16/our-perfect-summer

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"“My sister and I are visiting from out of town,” the woman said, a little louder now, and again the man nodded. “I’d love to stay awhile longer and explore, but my home, well, one of my homes is on the garden tour, so I’ve got to get back to Williamsburg.” I was eleven years old, yet still the statement seemed strange to me. If she’d hoped to impress the Korean, the woman had obviously wasted her breath, so who was this information for? “My home, well, one of my homes”; by the end of the day my mother and I had repeated this line no less than fifty times. The garden tour was unimportant, but the first part of her sentence brought us great pleasure. There was, as indicated by the comma, a pause between the words “home” and “well,” a brief moment in which she’d decided, Oh, why not? The following word— “one”—had blown from her mouth as if propelled by a gentle breeze, and this was the difficult part. You had to get it just right or else the sentence lost its power. Falling somewhere between a self-conscious laugh and a sigh of happy confusion, the “one” afforded her statement a double meaning. To her peers it meant, “Look at me, I catch myself coming and going!” and to the less fortunate it was a way of saying, “Don’t kid yourself, it’s a lot of work having more than one house.” The first dozen times we tried it our voices sounded pinched and snobbish, but by midafternoon they had softened. We wanted what this woman had. Mocking her made it seem hopelessly unobtainable, and so we reverted to our natural selves. “My home, well, one of my homes . . .” My mother said it in a rush, as if she were under pressure to be more specific. It was the same way she said, “My daughter, well, one of my daughters,” but a second home was more prestigious than a second daughter, and so it didn’t really work. I went in the opposite direction, exaggerating the word “one” in a way that was guaranteed to alienate my listener. “Say it like that and people are going to be jealous,” my mother said. “Well, isn’t that what we want?” “Sort of,” she said. “But mainly we want them to be happy for us.” “But why should you be happy for someone who has more than you do?” “I guess it all depends on the person,” she said. “Anyway, I suppose it doesn’t matter. We’ll get it right eventually. When the day arrives I’m sure it’ll just come to us.” And so we waited."

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"From that year on, our mother handled the reservations. We went to Emerald Isle for a week every September and were always oceanfront, a word that suggested a certain degree of entitlement. The oceanfront cottages were on stilts, which made them appear if not large, then at least imposing. Some were painted, some were sided, “Cape Cod style,” with wooden shingles, and all of them had names, the cleverest being “Loafer’s Paradise.” The owners had cut their sign in the shape of two moccasins resting side by side. The shoes were realistically painted and the letters were bloated and listless, loitering like drunks against the soft faux leather. “Now that’s a sign,” our father would say, and we would agree. There was The Skinny Dipper, Pelican’s Perch, Lazy Daze, The Scotch Bonnet, Loony Dunes, the name of each house followed by the name and home town of the owner. “The Duncan Clan—Charlotte,” “The Graftons—Rocky Mount,” “Hal and Jean Starling of Pinehurst”: signs that essentially said, “My home, well, one of my homes.”"

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"The following afternoon our parents took us to see the house. “Now, I don’t want you to get your hopes up too high,” my mother said, but it was too late for that. It was a fifteen-minute drive from one end of the island to the other, and along the way we proposed names for what we had come to think of as our cottage. I’d already given it a good deal of thought but waited a few minutes before offering my suggestion. “Are you ready?” I said. “Our sign will be the silhouette of a ship.” Nobody said anything. “Get it?” I said. “The shape of a ship. Our house will be called The Ship Shape.” “Well, you’d have to write that on the sign,” my father said. “Otherwise nobody will get it.” “But if you write out the words you’ll ruin the joke.” “What about The Nut Hut?” Amy said. “Hey,” my father said. “Now, there’s an idea.” He laughed, not realizing, I guess, that there already was a Nut Hut. We’d passed it a thousand times. “How about something with the word ‘sandpiper’ in it?” my mother said. “Everybody likes sandpipers, right?” Normally I would have hated them for not recognizing my suggestion as the best, but this was clearly a special time and I didn’t want to ruin it with brooding. Each of us wanted to be the one who came up with the name, and inspiration could be hiding anywhere. When the interior of the car had been exhausted of ideas, we looked out the windows and searched the passing landscape. Two thin girls braced themselves before crossing the busy road, hopping from foot to foot on the scalding pavement. “The Tar Heel,” Lisa called out. “No, The Wait ’n’ Sea. Get it? S-E-A.” A car trailing a motorboat pulled up to a gas pump. “The Shell Station!” Gretchen shouted. Everything we saw was offered as a possible name, and the resulting list of nominees confirmed that, once you left the shoreline, Emerald Isle was sorely lacking in natural beauty. “The TV Antenna,” my sister Tiffany said. “The Telephone Pole.” “The Toothless Black Man Selling Shrimp from the Back of His Van.” “The Cement Mixer.” “The Overturned Grocery Cart.” “Gulls on a Garbage Can.” My mother inspired “The Cigarette Butt Thrown Out the Window” and suggested we look for ideas on the beach rather than on the highway. “I mean, my God, how depressing can you get?” She acted annoyed, but we could tell she was really enjoying it. “Give me something that suits us,” she said. “Give me something that will last.” What would ultimately last were these fifteen minutes on the coastal highway, but we didn’t know that then. When older, even the crankiest of us would accept them as proof that we were once a happy family: our mother young and healthy, our father the man who could snap his fingers and give us everything we wanted, the whole lot of us competing to name our good fortune."

10/8/2015 10:05:08 AM

"Way to shoot for the middle dad!"

I'm just jealous because I can't afford a house where I live and my shitty Raleigh condo lost money in the 8 years I've had it

10/8/2015 10:05:57 AM

I knew this was going to be a good idea.

10/8/2015 10:10:09 AM

Ocracokehead

20,000 Leagues Under the Fuck

10/8/2015 10:11:45 AM

Pants-free Paradise

10/8/2015 10:20:52 AM

"Hey look, I'm a moron who built a house on a giant moving sandbar"

10/8/2015 10:44:11 AM

Washed Away

Spendocrat

Merman

White Privilege

Ball Till A Squall

Made It Rain

OBX Cribz

Life's a Biatch

TWW Beach House

Jax on the Beach

Jax Off

99 Problems and My Crib Ain't One

O.B. Haven

That's all I got...

10/8/2015 10:54:19 AM

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"99 Problems and My Crib Ain't One"

Christ, how the hell did you miss the obvious 99 Problems but my beach ain't one pun?

10/8/2015 11:06:37 AM

because that's corny



[Edited on October 8, 2015 at 11:16 AM. Reason : but srsly...totally missed it. i don't listen to rap musics]

10/8/2015 11:15:14 AM

Frayed knot

10/8/2015 11:27:56 AM

Carlton's Banks

10/8/2015 11:42:12 AM

Thank Your Lucky Stars.

oh wait, wrong thread.

10/8/2015 11:45:11 AM

Fun While it Lasts

Stilt Standing

10/8/2015 12:17:08 PM

Is it beachfront? If not, Future Beachfront

10/8/2015 12:22:01 PM

^^ lol perfect

10/8/2015 12:23:53 PM

SHIVA KAMINI SOMA KANDARKRAM!

10/8/2015 12:32:55 PM

thread has delivered a few lols today. gg.

10/8/2015 12:43:45 PM

Summa Cum Loudly

10/8/2015 12:55:25 PM

Whitecaps

10/8/2015 1:15:44 PM

Quote :

"Pants-free Paradise"

10/8/2015 1:21:08 PM

OBxcellence

10/8/2015 1:30:26 PM

LOL, BigMan is a mind reader.

[Edited on October 8, 2015 at 2:19 PM. Reason : LOL @ jbrick]

10/8/2015 2:18:19 PM

Nude Beach Area

You Gone Get Chaffed

But for real, I second DROD with Enter Sandman

10/8/2015 2:32:58 PM

I'll piggyback this thread to see if anyone can come up with a good name for my new yacht



I'm thinking gunzz blazing, but I'm not sure

10/8/2015 3:13:48 PM

Gone In 30 Years

10/8/2015 3:28:56 PM

OVERCOMPENSATION

10/8/2015 3:29:07 PM

Thanks, Obama!

[Edited on October 8, 2015 at 4:02 PM. Reason : ]

10/8/2015 4:02:03 PM

Don't name that shit. It's silly. Mine isn't named.

10/8/2015 4:08:06 PM

^Should name yours Humblebrag II

[Edited on October 8, 2015 at 4:41 PM. Reason : ]

10/8/2015 4:41:03 PM

^^

10/8/2015 4:45:35 PM

The name is important!

Fallon had some on the website, and it was cool to see houses I could remember.

I just walked past Fiddler on the Reef today.


Depending on how large this house and property are though...a cute/funny name may not be appropriate.

10/8/2015 4:58:31 PM

Pergatory

[Edited on October 8, 2015 at 5:20 PM. Reason : spelled specifically for OP.]

10/8/2015 5:19:50 PM

Serenity Now!

10/8/2015 7:18:26 PM

What's your last name...that would help.

and color of the house?

10/8/2015 7:39:12 PM

Flotsam & Jetsam

Which is what might be left after a hurricane.

10/8/2015 8:22:22 PM

"The reason why dad was never around as a child"

10/8/2015 8:28:05 PM

The Reason Everyone Else in a Coastal County Has to Pay Ridiculously High Insurance Rates

although that's not as true since they finally started charging you fucks by zip code instead of county

10/9/2015 6:07:10 PM

Tww has delivered once again

^if you're talking about flood insurance rates, that's not us, that's new orelans from 2005 and lawmakers trying to replenish/revamp NFIP. Plus, lower rates w/ higher property values = similar bills.

And yeah, names matter. Vacationers anthropomorphize that shit all the time & I'm happy to be an enabler.

10/9/2015 6:55:02 PM

nope, i'm talking about wind

used to be that even if you lived way inland in a coastal county, you paid the same wind rate as the folks who bought houses on sandbars. they just went by county. now it's a little better because they go by zip code.

pretty much amounts to folks paying insurance on low risk properties propping up folks like you who buy high risk properties.

[Edited on October 9, 2015 at 7:06 PM. Reason : dsf]

10/9/2015 7:05:22 PM

It's cool, I also don't mind being a donor county to state coffers via tourism on said sandbars. Happy to help you undeveloped woodsy types keep yer lifestyle the way you like it and still be able to afford emergency services & infrastructure

10/9/2015 7:23:05 PM