Some of you may be wondering how my sister came to be known here as “doobie.” Does she smoke an abnormally large number of joints? Does she carry doggie poo around in bags, flinging it like frisbees at unsuspecting passers-by? Well, if those were your guesses you’d be wrong. And silly. Instead, cast your mind back to the late 90’s, when I was 18 and The Doob was 13. I was her camp counselor for one week, a week that was surprisingly without incident. I let the other counselors deal with her for the most part, and she’d been coming to camp for 7 years by then, so she knew the rules anyway.
That summer, the biggest advertising campaign around was the Bud Ice Penguin, seen here: These commercials were a little scary, but also ridiculous, and we would walk past each other and sing, in a 
menacing low tone, the doobie doobie doooooo of the penguin. I was a singing fool as a camp counselor, and everyone who competed to sit at my table in the dining hall sang through every meal. My campers sang where ever we went, from James Brown to Ani Difranco (but only the PC Ani). I think the older ones hated it, but they went along with it because Shades was so freakin’ cool. The younger ones lurved it, and me by extension.
The Doobie song was just for the two of us, though. In later years, it would stem into a joint obsession with Batz Maru. I think she gave them all away, but really, who wouldn’t love a grumpy penguin?
And that is how The Doobie got her name.
