I agree with this in theory, but I named my kids anyway. 
Me, I only name things that like me back. I have several stuffed animals that have names (and I agree with the theory that they will tell you their names), but my car and my house? Nope. They hate me. No names for them!
My bike is named “Quicksilver”
But other than that, I don’t tend to name things. For instance, I have friends that have names for every single car they’ve ever owned. For some reason, I just don’t understand that.
My 2000 Chevrolet Cavalier (Red) is named “McTeagle.” My fiance’s black 2000 Toyota Corolla is named “Dark Lady.”
Oooh, Shakespearean!
I don’t name most stuff – I didn’t name my guitar, my car never acquired one that stuck, and I haven’t done the stuffed animal thing for years – but my computers do have names, for whatever reason. The old PC was Horatio, and the laptop is Henry…
I refer to my mom’s old (well, ten, twelve years) car as the Millenium Falcon. I’m often caught telling it to ‘hold together’ and assuring my mom that 'it’ll work…it’ll work!"
I’m thinking of naming my ring Nenya, becuase it sort of, almost, not really looks like Galadriel’s ring…should I?
~Ferry
All of my computers have some variation on the name Paul. The desktop is Paulie Pecans, because it feigns toughness, like a TV mobster. The laptop is Pauletta. She’s a sweetheart. The old laptop started as Paula, but since she’s now a lady of a certain age, she’s become Pauline.
My car is a Jeep Liberty, and is therefore a Libertarian vehicle hence bearing the name Harry Browne. (The fact that the vehicle is blue notwithstanding.) My husband’s car is his ninth and is iron gray and is thereby appropriately called Mashie Niblick.
My neglected cello is Alexander. My more neglected piano is Cassandra. And my tennis shoes are The Boys - Right Boy and Left Boy and never called by just their first names, ever.
I wanted a new Honda Accord, but wasn’t crazy about the new headlights. Look kind of mean to me.
So I almost bought a Toyota.
Then I realized the Honda’s headlights reminded me of Stitch, the critter in the Disney movie ‘Lilo and Stitch’. So I bought a dark blue one and named it Stitch… but my grandson says I cannot name it Stitch because he already has a toy named Stitch!
Well, too bad. Stitch it is.
I don’t usually name objects either, but when you’re a very poor, very hungry college student and you put your own damn hard earned cash into your vehicle, you will love the car, you will name the car.
Muah! Love you, Sasha! 
Yes, I do! It started with the 1980 AMC Eagle I drove in high school. My friends nicknamed it “The Cockroach” because it was rather bug-like in appearance, and to top it off, it was brown, drity, and ugly…and no matter what happened to it, it refused to die.
Others:
My first computer, which had its share of problems: Sparky
(“He’s” now in my classroom, and my students even refer to “him” as such!)
My laptop, equally problematic (but fortunately not exactly mine–it’s for work): Yertle (as in the turtle of Dr. Seuss fame)
My current Dell computer: Turbo
My massive 1974 Chevy Impala: Beast
My itty bitty blue Honda hatchback: Beanie
I’ve referred to our new truck as “Monstro,” but it hasn’t stuck. My white Honda, “Laverne,” also didn’t have a name that stuck. So…they just go by The Truck and The Honda. (How boring!)
My 30-06 is called Straight, for the way it shoots. My tractors are called little king and big king (both Power Kings, of course)
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Hmmm…
My stuffed animal from birth, that I still sleep with, Baby Lassie.
It USED to look like Lassie, now it’s been mistaken as a giraffe, sheep, etc.
My 84 Chevette - Baby would be her name (she’s so small, hehehe). I say hi to her every morning, give her a pat on the dash when she saves my life, and when she’s been good to me that day, I let her fly over train tracks on the dirt road or let her do some donuts in the parking lots.
This finger puppet that sits in my dash and pops up all the time - Rubert.
Computer - Computron! Reporting for duty!
There’s this old 1992 IBM computer of mine in my room that I named “Captain Howdy” from The Exorcist. Oddly enough, it’s a fine computer—I just like the name!
I named my computer Pegasus. It’s silver and black, and just looks mystical.
My car is most often referred to as “Scrappy”. It’s a rapidly decreasing Saturn.
I named my burgundy Tercel “Cranberry Sauce” recently, after trying to think of a name for it for quite a long time. I love cranberry sauce, it’s about the right colour, and it reminds me of the end of that Beatles’ song where John goes… “craaaaanberry saaaaauce…”
Now I just call him “Mr. Sauce,” though. Which seems to make people laugh at me. “Well, Mr. Sauce and I are leaving now…”
I named my mother’s hideous pink beach cruiser (bicyle) last year when I had to borrow it for my male friend to ride with me to Renfaire. It’s been ChiChi the Wonder Bike ever since.
This Yulemas I got a stuffed animal shar pei named Mr. McGoo, after both the cartoon character and a dog that fits the physical description of the stuffed animal.
I’m still getting around to naming more inanimate objects, like my bicycle… then again, that’d just be a litle weird. “I’m going to go ride Jareth, be back later…” :eek: If I were ever to name my bed back home, it’d be Squeal 'cause of all the noise it makes.
My friend Sam has a calculator named Wifey. It’s kinda cute.
Not usually.
But we did have an art gum eraser that survived all 10+ years of our corporate endeavors, whom I came to call “Nubby.”
When we shut down the office, I scarfed Nubby, whom I have spirited away to safe storage.
Perhaps someday I’ll have him (her? How do you tell? Where do you look?) encased in Plexiglass. Perhaps.
When I think of Pegasi, I picture them in red. It took me a moment to realize that this is abnormal, and your interpretation makes sense.
Yours Truly,
Nerdle McNerdNerd
Yes, especially boyfriends.
I call my dad’s 68 Dodge Monaco “Cambelle Soup” because it’s bright red and giant tin can.
One day I’m going to write “MMmm-Mmmm good!” on the side