Okay, friends and neighbors, here’s the collection (as of Post #109) of what I have been treating as “mentioned only once” in the order they were posted, and with ID info taken out.
If you can think of meaningful ways to group these so that similar responses can be counted as a group, please be my guest. In any case you can help proofread what I may have not counted in the summary at the top of the page (as of Post # 100).
Note that I have marked entries with multiple paragraphs with
markers above and below the selection.
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Sydney Omarr,
“Maybe the tiger ate his ass like Omar”
My friend Omar from high school.
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The Unsolved Mysteries episode with the teenage arsonist who taped his own work, with a whispered voiceover
that he no doubt thought was menacing but ended up sounding rather silly.
LOOK AT IT BURN, OMAR!
My THird Period grammar class, he sits on my left. Why?
Omar’s motorcycle parts.
The VF-111 mascot.
Omar Hakim, jazz fusion drummer supreme.
Minaya. But I’m a passionate Mets fan.
Panadería Omar, the neighborhood grocery market and bakery in my mom’s town.
Omar Gooding, Cuba’s brother and fellow thespian.
Omar Moreno – a fast-running but light- hitting centerfielder for the Pittsburgh Pirates in the late 1970s.
My ex-husband. That’s the ratbastard’s first name. Blech.
A wizard named Omar, from some story or other.
This song “Omar” which is inspired by Omar Sharif.
I think of me.
I was hoping that this thread might be about this guy: Omar
He’s the first thing that I thought of. He has a great voice.
Oops
then it was Omar Hassan from 24.
The Mosque of Omar in Jerusalem. I have no idea why.
Indeed
Omar the Snakeman, a local celebrity who eventually went to work for the Sheriff in Davidson County, I think.
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When I was in high school, one of the candies readily available from the school vending machine was M&Ms. One
day, I got a mutant M&M: small, bulbous, like two bits of chocolate cemented together with candy coating. My
best friend and I, with purest fifteen-year-old logic, decided to make a pet of this M&M. We got some tape and
assembled a little box out of notebook paper and put the candy inside and named him…
Omar.
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This semi-stray cat my grandma kinda looked after. It was skittish until it got to know you a bit, and then it
was pretty cool. It didn’t like kids too much, and given the little hellions that lived around grandma’s
place, I can see why.
But the little fuckers knew to stay off grandma’s property, so Omar would just laze on her front porch of an
afternoon, catching rays and relaxing, accepting the occasional ear rub. He did let grandma put a flea collar
on him.
He’d disappear entirely in the winter, so we figured he may have actually belonged to someone, or had wandered
into someone’s life (and home) for the winter. But come spring he’d turn back up again, and hang around the
neighborhood all summer and fall.
I onced asked my grandma, “Why Omar?” She just said, “He looks like an Omar to me.”
She moved close to us in the spring of '83, and tried to coax Omar into coming with her (pet carrier, or just
coax him into her car), but he wouldn’t have any of it. It was the last time I saw him.
Didn’t peek; how many mentions did Ikea wire racks get?
I was also going to say Rageh Omar but it turns out he’s actually Rageh Omaar.
Jim Omar from Spider Robinson’s “Callahan” series.
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I’m amazed that, while a couple of other stray baseball players have been brought up, not one poster has named
the greatest ballplayer in the history of the game to bear the name Omar: Omar Vizquel.
Apparently I’m one of the few sorry Cleveland Indians fans here. While Vizquel has played for other teams (and
is still active at the age of 43), he spent his glory years with Cleveland. While Ozzie Smith gets all the
ink, I believe an objective comparison would demonstrate that Vizquel is the greatest-fielding shortstop in
the history of the game.
His clutch hitting is another unappreciated aspect of Vizquel’s game.
So Vizquel is definitely my immediate response if someone says “Omar.” Big deal in my household, not only for
his play, but because my at-the-time teenage daughter had a big crush on him. She knew very little of
baseball, but used to hurry into the room when he came to bat.
“Oh, he’s so CUTE!” We tease her about that to this day.
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And now for the second-place winner in this poll for me:
Years and years ago, long before they could obtain all the porn they could ever want with one click of the
mouse, the horny adolescents of a bygone era had to rely on the dumb luck of somehow obtaining “dirty books”
– those cheap paperbacks carried by certain stores.
Probably initially acquired via shoplifting (I have to confess that I once did this myself) or perhaps raiding
older brothers’ closets, they were furtively passed around by friends.
The specifics of the ones I read have faded from memory – all except for one, which must have been my
favorite. I still recall the title – Slave of Lust – and can still picture the cover.
The premise had something to do with a beautiful but sexually uptight secretary who somehow falls into the
hands of a less-than-ethical psychiatrist. This guy hypnotizes her, planting a suggestion that when the name
“Omar” is whispered to her, she will immediately turn into a wanton, sex-craving maniac…but of course, will
have no memory of her activities once she exits the hypnotic state.
Needless to say, the psychiatrist uses this scheme for his own benefit, and has his way with her at each
session – graphically described, of course.
And yet somehow, he’s portrayed as not really having evil intent (this was the mid-1960s, after all). He
actually falls in love with this girl, and in the end he confesses his scheme to her. But as she has been
“cured” of her hang-ups by his tender ministrations, they end up living happily ever after together!
I guess the book must have had a powerful effect on me, because this is the second thing I think of at the
mention of the name “Omar” – even though it’s probably been a good 45 years since I’ve laid eyes on it!
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Heh. I think of my very Irish father, whose middle name was Omar. Not Brendan or Declan or Brian, but Omar.
Weird-o-rama.
A dude I know named Omar.
I guess I’m a terrible person, because first thing I thought was ‘terrorist.’ At least the second thing I
thought of was some sheikh or caliphate.
Jamie Farr as “The Shiek” in Cannonball Run
Omar (ben Sadek), one of the travel companions of Kara ben Nemsi in the Orient cycle (of Karl May), trying to
avenge his murdered father.
German link
Second, Omar Khayyam…
…Ravenhurst.
An acquaintence’s spoiled-rotten son.
For some reason, also, Akbar & Jeff.
I might as well ask in this thread, is/was the name Omar common in the US? It strikes me as a tad strange that
a US General of his generation was called Omar Bradley. Any story behind him name, was it a family name?
A faction of cyborgs in Deus Ex: Invisible War, a game I’ve never played or seen. Bradley would probably be
second, then Sharif, even though that’s not his real name.
As I’m rather a huge geek, and an animation fan, in specific, Omar, the (rather douchey) hero of Rock & Rule
is the first that comes to mind.
A fraternity brother of mine from college.
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