"a usually familiar or humorous but sometimes pointed or cruel name given to a person or place, as a supposedly appropriate replacement for or addition to the proper name.", or a name similar in origin and pronunciation from the original name.
It is not interchangeable with a term called "short-for". It can also be the familiar or truncated form of the proper name, which may sometimes be used simply for convenience (e.g. "Bobby", "Bob", "Rob", or "Bert" for the name Robert).
The term hypocoristic is used to refer to a nickname of affection between those in love or with a close emotional bond, compared with a term of endearment. The term diminutive name refers to nicknames that convey smallness, hence something regarded with affection or familiarity (e.g., referring to children), or contempt.
The distinction between the two is often blurred. It is a form of endearment and amusement. As a concept, it is distinct from both pseudonym and stage name, and also from a title (for example, City of Fountains), although there may be overlap in these concepts.
John Hamilton McWhorter V (1965– ) is an American linguist and political commentator. He is the author of a number of books on language and on race relations. His research specialties are how creole languages form and how language grammars change as the result of sociohistorical phenomena.
McWhorter was born and raised in Philadelphia. He attended Friends Select School in Philadelphia, and after tenth grade was accepted to Simon's Rock College, where he earned an A.A. degree. Later, he attended Rutgers University and received a B.A. in French in 1985. He received a master's degree in American Studies from New York University and a Ph.D. in linguistics in 1993 from Stanford University.
After graduation McWhorter was an associate professor of linguistics at Cornell University from 1993 to 1995 before taking up a position as associate professor of linguistics at the University of California, Berkeley, from 1995 until 2003. He left that position to become a Senior Fellow at the Manhattan Institute, a conservative think tank. From 2006 to 2008 he was a columnist for the New York Sun. He is Contributing Editor at The New Republic and The Root.com, writes a biweekly column at The New York Daily News and also writes regularly for Rupert Murdoch's The Daily. Since 2008, he has been a lecturer in linguistics, American Studies, and the Core Curriculum at Columbia University.
Hugh Michael Jackman (born 12 October 1968) is an Australian actor and producer who is involved in film, musical theatre, and television.
Jackman has won international recognition for his roles in major films, notably as action/superhero, period and romance characters. He is known for his role as Wolverine in the X-Men film series, as well as for his leads in Kate & Leopold, Van Helsing, The Prestige, Australia, and Real Steel. Jackman is a singer, dancer, and actor in stage musicals, and won a Tony Award for his role in The Boy from Oz.
In November 2008, Open Salon named Jackman one of the sexiest men alive. Later that same month, People magazine named Jackman "Sexiest Man Alive."
A three-time host of the Tony Awards, winning an Emmy Award for one of these appearances, Jackman also hosted the 81st Academy Awards on 22 February 2009.
Jackman was born in Sydney, New South Wales, the youngest of five children of English parents Chris Jackman and Grace Watson, and the second child to be born in Australia (he also has a younger half-sister, from his mother's re-marriage). One of his paternal great-grandfathers was Greek. His parents divorced when he was eight, and he remained with his accountant father and siblings, while his mother moved back to England. As a child, Jackman liked the outdoors, spending a lot of time at the beach and on camping trips and vacations all over Australia. He wanted to see the world: "I used to spend nights looking at atlases. I decided I wanted to be a chef on a plane. Because I'd been on a plane and there was food on board, I presumed there was a chef. I thought that would be an ideal job."
Plot
Two gay men on a date are murdered the night before Halloween in West Hollywood, California. Eddie and his friends Joey, Chaz and Tobey are going out the following night to the West Hollywood Halloween festival when they encounter the psycho, who sets his eye on them. The killer stalks them through the festival as Chaz parties, Joey chases his jock crush, Tobey tries dressing in drag, and Eddie pursues Jake, the bad boy he wants to get to know better. Not until the very end do you find out who dies and who survives their night of terror.
Keywords: beheading, bisexual, carnival, death, decapitation, drag-queen, gay, gay-bar, gay-club, gay-interest
When The Night Belongs To The Devil, The Party Goes To Hell.
Eddie: Two guys got murdered in their car last night.::Chaz: Holy shit! Were they boning each other?::Eddie: Yes, Chaz, they were boning each other.::Chaz: Ha ha! At least they died doing it, right?
Jake: [to Eddie] You look like a pirate.
Eddie: Green colored condoms? I wanna know who sucks a green dick!
Tobey: [after Joey scares him in the car] Get out of the car! Get out of the goddamn car!::Joey: I got you!::Tobey: I'm gonna beat your ass. Get out of the fucking car!
Joey: [after Joey scares him in the car] Get out of the fucking car! Get out of the car!::Tobey: I got you!::Joey: I'm gonna beat your ass. Get out of the fucking car!
[last lines]::EMT Guy: [wheeling the killer away on a stretcher] Relax, this guy's about as dangerous as a carrot.
Tattoo Woman: [after Eddie asks to put up a poster in the shop] Knock yourself out.
Eddie: Hey. I saw you today. At the tattoo shop? We talked about the murders? Do you remember?::Jake: Yeah, I do. I do remember. Eddie, what do you want?::Eddie: Like to know your name.::Jake: I bet you would, all right. Look, do I have a stalker? Cause I know you're definitely not a real cop.::Eddie: You know, it's Halloween. My handcuffs are real.::Jake: [unimpressed] Right on. Unfortunately you have no gun.::Eddie: No, I left it at home.::Jake: So you do shoot, then.::Eddie: Yeah, I do. A little. I used to shoot because I wanted to be a cop. But I didn't pass the physical. I hurt my eye.::Jake: Your eye looks fine.::Eddie: Well, it's not. Half my field of vision is gone. My depth perception is shot. Can't even drive.::Jake: You don't hit on guys much, do you?::Eddie: No.::Jake: [holds his hand out to shake after a slight uncomfortable pause] Look, I'm Jake.::Eddie: [shaking hands] What changed your mind?::Eddie: I wanted to see you shoot.