Figured out how to fully adjust the settings on the new Google Chromecast sometime after the first week of having it. By that point it had become a regular part of my network, with least two other devices frequently talking to it. I immediately reckoned it ought to be bestowed with a proper name, upon learning that the name actually can be changed. For easy identification on the network. Just like I do with all my other devices. “Chromecast” (the factory default) is just not a memorable network identifier. It’s the technological equivalent of naming your dog “Dog”.
After weighing the pros and cons of several worthy options (and at least one completely inappropriate one), I named the Chromecast after a song Bob Seger once wrote in homage to a certain Windsor radio legend. Although it was Thin Lizzy’s better-known cover version of said song that ultimately inspired the name.
Further investigation revealed that Rosalie’s remote control is a Bluetooth-enabled gizmatron that can also be given a name. So I called the remote control Eddie Willers, because it’s been pretty much abandoned and left for dead since I figured out how to control it all with my phone. Which I call Little Suzi.
Five and ¾ Senses 