It's been my SubGenius name since long before X-Day (or at least X-Day by the CONSPIRACY calendar), but the name itself is a minor story in itself, sort of like the whole "Lady of the Lake" story with King Arthur. I was on Prodigy at the time, this because the Internet was not in everybody's home yet, AOHell was barely a dream, and it was free as my father, may he rest in peace, worked at IBM. I noticed that although there were message boards for just about every other group of cultists, whackos, sci-fi geeks, and all other variety of weirdmen, but the Church of the SubGenius was HEARTILY IGNORED. This was something, then, that needed correcting.
I needed a SubGenius name in the tradition of those who came, messily, before me: Papa Joe Mama, Pope Sternodox Keckhaver, Reverend Buck Naked, LIES, HellSwami Satellite Weavers, Rev. Maka Dudi.... All were names that spoke of appropriate SubGenius delusions of SubGrandeur. What would I take? I figured that as I wrote my first rant on the board, the name would come to me.
I sat there, before my computer, writing the first of many six-page (you only had six pages on Prodigy at the time) eight-fisted rants, and I was about to sign them with my new SubGenius name... I sat for a full thirty seconds when suddenly, unbidden, the name "Jacques Treatment" came wafting into the room from outside. I quickly typed it in, posted the rant, and ran out to see the cause of it. There, in the living room, was a documentary on the Rocky Horror Picture Show, and they were playing clips from Richard O'Brien's second movie, "Shock Treatment." Looking around the room to see who was watching it, I noticed that NOBODY WAS THERE! It was AS IF the TV set came on SPONTANEOUSLY to give me the name to which I would be destined. Praise "Bob!"