I'm obsessed with naming things. I have hoodies named Linus and Emily. Linus is black and fuzzy and tattered, and Emily is striped gray/blue/maroon/pink. She's very emo.
I thought about naming that cockroach from last night "Edgar." I later realized that this was the name of grrwoo
's Tivo, and I didn't want to be a copycat, so I decided against it.
When I was a teenager, my mom and I named a lizard who got into our house "Marco Glaviano" (don't ask, it's a long story involving Fabio and a Doubleday book catalog). Dad later killed Mr. Glaviano with a rolled-up newspaper or flyswatter or somesuch. Whenever a lizard got into our house thereafter, Mom said it was the revenge of the Glaviano family.
My camcorder is named Trevor. When I got him a couple of Christmases ago, I wrote this big long LJ post about trying to decide on the perfect name. I love my Trevor.
My computer is Nigel. I'm big on limey names, in case you can't tell.
My car is named She-Ra, Princess Of Power. It fits perfectly.
I've never heard of naming a lightswitch, though. Very unusual thing to name. That reminds me of "Birdhouse In Your Soul," that They Might Be Giants song about a night light.