There were so many Daves I knew in college that we talked about making a sarcastic video about how we all lived together and did absolutely everything as a group.
Swaney is CONSTANTLY missed as Sweeney. Of course, it’s a very related Irish clan name, but liissttenn when I say it. And don’t send me faxes addressed to Dave Sween. Duuhhh.
I’ve only one time ever run into another Swaney at random, although there was another Robert Swaney in out town, and my dad would get calls to see if he was free for handyman work in people’s houses.
Number of "Myron Meyer"s in the city of Sioux Falls, South Dakota, circa AD 1999: 3
Number of phone calls I got from contractors and landscapers when one of the other "Myron Meyer"s bought a new house: Posting a number that large would cause the boards to start running slow again
Times I entered a video store and discovered “Myron Meyer” was the last person to sign the petition on the counter: 1
Number of People named “Seth Meyerink” whose mail I get since moving and having the post office screw up that forwarding business: 1
Did you ever hear “Daves I Know” on Kids in the Hall? It’s sung by Bruce McCulloch; it’s a song “about the Daves [he] knows.” You can read the lyrics here. I love that song.
I KNOW a Steve Wright…he works in my building and disturbs all the young ladies with his staring and low grade stalkerish behavior. I confess that the first time I saw your name I got the little creepies up my spine. I was calmed when I realized that you most likely don’t make a Trans-Atlantic commute to work every morning.
See? There are a lot of us about. Most of the ones I’ve met, or know of, though, are reasonably well housebroken. On behalf of Steve Wrights everywhere, I apologise for our namesake. He, and that [censored] disc jockey, are bringing a fine name into disrepute.
Yours,
Nice fluffy Steve Wright, polite to the ladies and kind to small woodland creatures.
I have a slightly uncommon name, Kerri. But, when I was in the fourth grade, I met another Kerri. But he was a guy, and we all used to pick on him, telling him he had a girl’s name. Boy, we were mean.
My last name is really uncommon. It’s Dutch, I believe, and upon an internet search, it returns only 27 entries. Total.
Oh, and to Steve Wright, I don’t know who the annoying DJ is that you are talking about, but every time I see your name, I think of the comedian. It just cracks me up. I tend to read your posts and hear his voice, which makes it even funnier.
The annoying DJ is a UK phenomenon. I’m sure you have annoying DJs in the US, but at least you’re spared this one.
I could cope with the comedian; I think he’s pretty darn good. In the interests of Truth in Advertising, though, I have to admit that I don’t, IRL, sound anything like him. He’s strongly American with a very cool laid-back tone: I’m equally strongly British with tinges of hysteria.
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You need to move to Australia. Myron is such an uncommon name that, since 1929, only 29 Myrons have ever been born in the state that I live in. No statistics on if they shared your surname, but with odds like those…
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In the same period, there have been 7181 Carols (that’s my name), and 66,643 Johns (that’s just the most common name I could think of).
I’ve noticed that a lot of American names don’t pop up very often in Australia.
Who’s that comedian who undertook to go and meet all his namesakes? He had a whole series devoted to it and kept a record of how far he’d travelled in his quest. It all started when he noticed a goalkeeper (Stenhousmuir?) that had his name.
Anybody? It was on TV not that long ago. Someone must have seen it!
Dave Gorman. He achieved his goal (52 Dave Gormans within specified time and distance constraints). Peak of silliness was probably when he persuaded some bloke and his girlfriend to change their names to Dave Gorman.
“Somewhere in Peru, Dave Gorman is making love to Dave Gorman under the stars…”
Naturally, I scorn such sleights and subterfuges. But, then, I can afford to…
Yep, I’m a Kerri, too. Not too many of us around, but most that I’ve met have the same middle name that I do: Ann.
Two months after I started work, a woman named Terri started at my office. Since the names are so similar on the phone, I had to start the task of re-training everyone to 'just call me K." which is what everyone outside of work has called me for years and years, anyway.
In a city of 250,000 people, I have the the good luck to share my name with a moderately active local criminal. I have a fairly common first name, and my last name (Foreman) only raises a few hits in the phone book. However, My first name/last name combo is the only one.
I used to get collect calls from the state pen asking if I was the one that the caller was on work release with. I have received calls from the county prosecutor regarding setting up my polygraph exam, and the first time I heard of the other one was when he ran from the police and wrecked his car on an overpass and jumped off, breaking his ankle. I got the ambulance bill. My wife got some funny looks at work after his little adventure made the newspaper. I even received a copy of the clipping from an anonymous person from the department I used to work in.
My first name is not very common, although I know one other real person who has it who is 10 years older. I think it was a bit more common with her contemporaries and my parents (who are, of course, older still).
The problem is that a very famous character from a 70s t.v. show had my name–no I am not named after her, I was born before the show aired. To make things worse, the actress and I share a last name. Yes, you guessed it. My name is Marcia McCormick–(Marcia Brady played by Maureen McCormick). And, yes, I have blond hair that is often long and straight.
If I hear one more person say “Marcia, Marcia, Marcia” the first time they meet me, I might spoon out their liver and feed it to them. It’s yet another obstacle in my ongoing quest to be taken seriously.
I thought for awhile about shortening it to my first initial and using part of my middle name-- M. Lou McCormick. But then, people would be expecting Ed Asner or something, and be all upset when they discovered I was more like Lisa Simpson.
So, I continually suck it up and smile politely at “Marcia, Marcia, Marcia” And, “Oh no, no one’s ever said that before . . . No, I had no idea that Maureen McCormick was Marcia Brady . . . What a coincidence . . . How incredibly smart and clever you are! . . .grglfplx frickm frackm . . .”
I have two mistaken identity stories. The first happened during summer vacation when I was still in high school. A 16-year old girl with my name, pregnant and married to some 27-year old guy, was arrested for participating in an armed robbery in a small town very close to mine. I was half amused and half insulted by the number of teachers, etc., who hadn’t seen me all summer and thought that girl was me.
The second one happened when I went to the doctor’s office one day. The nurse immediately started scolding me, saying that their office had been trying to contact me for weeks and they didn’t appreciate the runaround. I was very confused until she finally asked me to verify my social security number and date of birth. OK, that’s pretty mild, but I’m still relieved that I didn’t inadvertantly become privy to the gynecological secrets of a total stranger (not to mention responsible for the girl’s apparantly past due bill).
Oh, and I forgot. My s.o.'s name is so common that he shares it with his dad, his grandfather, and about 20 men in a 10 square mile area of our house. Despite this, if we were to reproduce and have a boy child, he wants to give that child the same name . . . (shudders)
<<The upside is, someone could try to search for MY name on google and be overwhelmed with hits, thus granting me a little extra anonymity. So much so that without qualm I freely use my “real” name. >>
Know how you feel, John.
Corr (Amy Smith), who in her 3 years at her job has talked to approximately 30,000 people and has NEVER spoken to another Amy Smith, or met one through any other means, oddly enough
