Over the years, I've found it interesting how etymological jokes one is exposed to at an early age take forever to "get". It does make sense: you're exposed to it when you're too young to understand the joke, so instead of a joke it just IS. Then when you're old enough to understand the joke, the object is so firmly ingrained in your mind as what it IS, that stepping back and re-examining it never really crosses your mind. This explains why, years ago, I suddenly realized WHY my programmer father had named my parents' first dog DoLoop, fifteen years after I learned programming myself. It's a fascinating exercise in the human mind's tendency to encapsulate and personify concepts in order to shape, or simply cope with, reality itself.
In other news, I just got the joke behind "Triscuits".