Titles! Mere Names...

What to call this thing: Such questions have long tended to slow down my creative process. I'd devote so much time & effort to names & settings, then come up empty when it came to plot. Well, at least I did some thinking beforehand & came up with this blog's self-contradicting title months, if not longer, in advance. Additionally I began to consider alternative names for it, & here are some:

If Nominated, I Will Not Run. If Elected, However...

A Majority of One

The Dull Life & Interesting Times of Protogenes Letzter

Man of Lead (A nice ambiguity there)

Attack of the Chinese Scotsman (Actually I'm all roundeye, &
while we're on the subject of ethnicity--Ich bin ganz goyisch)

The 144-Year-Old Virgin (Derives from an old fragment)

The Nine Billion Names of Man (Based on a projected maximum
world population for the 21st century)

Lastly, in another nod to the late Sir Arthur Clarke, as well as the fad for
six-word narratives, I offer a phrase lifted from the end of an already-
obsolete introduction prefacing The Lost Worlds of 2001--a book
which now seems lost itself--that I perhaps remember because I used
it in a little autobiography I had to write in high school:

For Who Could Possibly Have Guessed--