In all the writing about this week's sad passing of the great Gary Gygax, inventor of Dungeons and Dragons, no one seems to have mentioned the eeriness of his name. If I was ever to come up with a name for a dragon--or even, for that matter, a dungeon master--I couldn't have invented a better one than "Gygax." In other words, Gary Gygax was a perfect example of the syndrome known as "nominative determinism." Another term for this effect, which makes men named Postman become postal carriers and people named Teeth become dentists--coined by the New Scientist--is aptonym, a very apt descriptor, I'd say. I have posted on this before. In honor of Mr. Gygax, savior of many a geek over the past two-and-a-half-or-so decades, I offer a special salute. You couldn't have been better named, and your name will live on. Keep on rolling those 8-sided dice, wherever you are.