Well, I'm named Lyra but the literal meaning of hobo is 'homeless boy'. The nickname started because I live in front of the railway tracks and would hitch rides on the trains to get to a few places faster than walking. (These were transport trains, no riders. I would grab and jump onto the back platform of one of the cars)
That, plus my non-caring attitude towards fashion or other valley girl crap earned me the nick name.
Well, that sheds light on your self-diagnosed insanity. Color me intrigued! Any other examples?
Oh, do your reptiles have names? My Nessian warhound is called Mr. Chompy and he's enjoying his new mithral chain barding. Oh that reminds me I have to take Mr. Chompy to the vet because he's still scootching around on the rug and setting it on fire. I loved that rug! It tied the whole room's decor together.