This is a tale which traverses much of my life and you may most likely find terribly boring. But since I have yet to explain it to anyone, maybe now is a decent time to start.
Back when I was a little mell42, probably about the time I first misspelled "Mel's" as "Mell's" when designating a folder on the family PC, I needed a project for my new Gel Pens and ultra-cool black paper tablet. I decided to make a sign for my room. This sign, of course, needed to not label the room as mine, but to designate the name of my room as its own space. What was the area which I was particularly inhabiting?
This moniker which I divined was THE VORTEX. Thereafter every titled space which held my entity was christened as the next incarnation of this Vortex. Thus actual rooms, fake rooms, various notebooks, my LiveJournal, and other random entities are called this with the corresponding Roman numeral.
Thirteen will be skipped, of course.