Getting late…can’t scroll up, you’re not the guy who shares the name with the famous criminal, are you?
Rachel Green is also the name of the daughter of the lately departed (well, 2 seasons ago) Dr Green from ER.
There is a lab in our department whose primary investigator is Randy Johnson. No, he is not a Big Unit. And there is a physical medicine and rehab doctor in one of our affiliated hospitals named Dr. Kevorkian.
Dr. Kevorkian must get some interesting reactions out of patients.
The only one I’ve got is that the James Marsden with whom I went to school is not the one who’s in X-Men.
A guy in the same grade as me in high school was named David Bowie.
The poor guy was unfortunate enough to have an epileptic fit during an exam, leading to plenty of jokes about seeing David Bowie perform live.
It’s been a while, so I hadn’t even thought I had a good story for this…
As it turns out, my own name caused a similar phenomenon, it’s just been a while since it’s happened.
See, I go by my initials… “J.R.” - as a child, I was subjected to a barrage of “Dallas” references. Most often, “Hey, who shot J.R.?” Ugh.
Fortunately, the series’ popularity has waned, and I don’t hear it much these days.
I used to know a girl named Brandy. It was doubly bad for her, because before there was a singer by that name, first she had to endure all the people saying or singing “You’re a fine girl!”
Mr. Rilch has the same name as a notable cinematographer. He uses his middle initial whenever possible, to distinguish himself. Our last name is also that of a company that sells and rents movie lighting equipment, who are not related to the DP. When we first arrived in LA, we got a few phone calls for the established Mr.Rilch, including an invitation to an Industry party. (No, Mr. Rilch didn’t think he could get away with it.)
You’d have to be middle-aged and a football fan to remember this one, but a friend of mine in high school (I graduated in 1972) was a star on the football team. His name was Terry Metcalf. A few years later, the St. Louis Cardinals had a dazzling tailback named Terry Metcalf.
Same sport, but not the same guy.
I met a co-worker a couple of years back named Robert Heinlein. He’s in his early twenties so his parents should have known better. After resisting the temptation for a few weeks, I finally broke down and asked “Are you related?” He answered “To who?”
I still haven’t figured out if he was a master of stone faced irony or the dullest knife in the drawer.
Mine’s not too bad, more of an annoyance than truly frustrating.
My middle names are John and Claude (My grandfather’s names). Therefore, every time I say my middle names I get called ‘Jean-Claude Van Damme’… Though not so much anymore, now that that no-talent clown has fallen out of the spotlight.
No one remembers Jean-Claude Killy?
I went to school with Twyla Tharp. We were in High School between Ragtime and Amadeus, so she was already an established choreographer and certainly not a young lady in High School.
In my high school, Bronx Science, it was mostly Jewish boys until the 60’s. In 1949, a guy named David Berkowitz was the valedictorian, an accomplishment immortalized in a plaque in the foyer.
Who was David Berkowitz?
I started HS in 1978, BTW.
I attended a management seminar a few years ago. At the start of the class, we were paired up randomly, asked to spend a couple of minutes interviewing our partners, and then in a twist on the usual go-around-the-room-and-introduce-yourself bit, we went around the room and each person introduced his or her new partner.
The pair before me got a good reaction, and must have been sympathetic to each other’s plight: she introduced her partner, Johnny Mathis, and gave a bit of background on the guy, and then it was his turn to introduce Nancy Wilson.
What are the odds?
I once bought a car from Fred Zepplin.
My name is the same as one of Bill Clinton’s lesser indescretions. I used to consider changing it, as I hope one day to be famous in my own right, but now it seems like less people remember it.
I still dread every new roll call in class, application form and job interview though. Sometimes people say they recognize it but can’t place it. Others say “oh, what a pretty name” (it really is) leading me to wonder if they are joking or not.
I worked for a while with a Tom Jones, who was born at least 10 years after “It’s Not Unusual” came out. Poor guy. I’ve also worked with a guy named Steven (not Steve) Young. No relation to the football star.
I once knew a fellah by the name of Anthony Stewart. Strangely enough, he claimed to be from a town near Watkins Glen, NY.
That’s all I got though. . . :rolleyes:
Tripler
Danny Aiello had a house in my hometown. Yeah, the real Danny Aiello.
:eek: that’s just wrong. Even without the clown connection. People, please, dont’ give your kids rhyming names! :smack:
These aren’t exactly the same …
A college buddy has a brother named Eric Hartman (say it out loud and think of a Comedy Central show)
There was a Randy McNally who worked at my old company.
An Andy Griffin lived in my dorm.