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Gregory Pecker

Gregory Pecker

by Greg on February 15, 2013

I finally had an “Ah Ha!” moment. My first since realizing that you can’t microwave leftover Macaroni & Cheese unless you intend to use it as spackle.

For weeks I’ve been struggling for topics to write about because our daily lives haven’t really been all that interesting in this same span. I’ve been tethered to my desk designing and coding for 14+ hours a day, leaving precious little time for sleep, nutrition, and bathing. It’s difficult to explain the various aromas in this office, but suffice it to say, you can be very glad that you’re on THAT side of the monitor.

As many of you know, I intended to throw apprehension to the wind and write at least three times a week. A personal commitment that lasted ALMOST an entire week. The goal was to just “write to write” and not overthink the topics of choice.

The problem? I just can’t do that. I’m simply not the kind of blogger who can regurgitate my every day life through a keyboard and feel good about it. I don’t want to just fill my pages with words so they exist, I want to feel like they belong there.

As noble as this sounds, my daily life as of late has resulted in a topical depression. It’s difficult to find the motivation and inspiration to write when your days are filled with code and pixels. Without life events to help get the creative juices flowing, I’m left with a vapid pool of nothingness. And until you all ask me to wax poetic about CSS, PHP, and Photoshop, all of which are known cures for insomnia, I felt I had no choice but to let the cobwebs form.

Until I came across a post by one of my online buddies, Jenna from Mommy Jenna, who had come across a post by another one of my online buddies, Ivette from WAHMBAHM. In these posts, they quickly answered 48 random questions about themselves so that the Internet could boost the odds of successful identity theft. After all, what bank is going to turn down a request for a cash advance when you confirm that your favorite lunch meat is Brown Sugar Ham? Who else but the real you would know such intimate details?

I’ve long been aware that I’m a reactionary writer. I need to be prompted. I think this is why I enjoy fluttering around Facebook and manhandling everyone’s Wall posts with snark and charm. I need the interaction. I need something to be said, asked, or shown to get the gears turning. I can’t just sit down and dream up topics. I need a trigger.

And within these 48 questions, I found plenty of them. So, once a day, every day, I’m going to answer these questions one at a time. While I suppose I could just blast ’em all out in a single post, what good is a one-word answer going to do us? How are we going to build a more cohesive relationship if I don’t intimately explore the topic of my favorite lunch meat? I mean, could you *really* say you knew me?

I look forward to this, because standing before me are almost two month’s worth of writing prompts. If anything, it’ll get me back to where I feel I belong and need to be. I’ll still be sprinkling in “real” posts as I work through the list, I just need to forewarn you that the “real” posts may not be as exciting as my revelations about ham and tonsils.

The world is fairly void of famous Greg’s. Beyond Kinnear, Norman, and Judge Mathis, the A-List is a short one. While I do share my birth year with some famous faces, including Mariah Carey, Vince Vaughn, Uma Thurman, Tina Fey, Matt Damon, and that Theo kid from the Cosby Show, I could only find one famous person from that era in Hollywood with the first name of Greg. Academy Award winning actor, Gregory Peck.

Recognized as one of the greatest male stars of all time and named to the International Best Dressed Hall of Fame in 1983, his accolades were many. While my parents didn’t name me after this famous actor, my witty friends saw to it that I was given the nickname, “Gregory Pecker.” Not exactly the namesake one seeks unless given in honor of his size and girth. Which of course, it is.

With famous people out, I referred to the family tree. Nothing. Stumped, I phoned my mother who explained the regal history behind my name:

“We couldn’t think of anything else we liked. Greg just sounded like a strong name.”

I was kind of hoping for some heroic story, like being named after a guy my dad shared a foxhole with in ‘Nam. A guy who ignored all danger to himself and dodged Vietcong bullets to rescue a litter of puppies who were stranded in a nearby rice field. Instead, I was simply named Greg by default.

Had I been a girl, my name would have either been Emma or Hannah. Emma was the name of my great aunt who burned to death at the age of two when her dress caught fire. And Hannah was probably the name of some stripper my dad met at Sugar Nippers, a Dayton hotspot in the late 60’s.

As for my middle name, it hails from my dad’s favorite cousin in New Hampshire. My mom stammered and paused when I pressed to know WHY I was named after him, so I’m pretty convinced that he was just the cousin who gave my dad the best weed.

So, to answer the question, “Was I named after anyone?” The answer is murky. But it appears the inspiration behind my name is rooted in two factors:

Unimaginative parents. And doobies.



MommyJenna February 15, 2013 at 10:14 pm

LOL! I love it! And a good way to turn it into some writing 😉

Sandy February 15, 2013 at 10:30 pm

you forgot the most famous greg of all…greg brady! `

Bubbe February 16, 2013 at 12:00 am

Nice idea Greg. I wish I’d thought of it. I can relate to the unimaginative parents or in my case – parent. My mom was so sure I was going to be a boy she didn’t even have a girl’s name picked out. Family lore is that her friend named me.

melinda February 16, 2013 at 5:06 am

Only you could make 4paragraphs from that simple question lol. I did yhis list too but i answered all the questions.

Stefany Thode February 16, 2013 at 7:39 am

First, I love the idea of one a day. Genius! Second, I have missed coming by here. With work and then the baby in the hospital, I have been MIA from your blog. You have just reminded me why I get your emails though. I am home now with aforementioned baby so will be sure to click through on those emails more often. Thanks for the smiles this morning. Have a good weekend Greg. 🙂

karen February 16, 2013 at 9:08 am

I’m going to bet the title of this post is going to get you more hits than anything else! And….you failed to mention what your middle name might be? Must be Muriel.

Katy Rawson February 16, 2013 at 11:04 am

I love it! I also answered the 48 questions, but with significantly less imagination than you.

Eileen February 16, 2013 at 2:30 pm

So enjoy anything you write. Somehow you can find a way to make a simple question like your name an amusing story. Write when you can, write on any subject, know us fans will read and enjoy it all.

Shan @ Last Shreds Of Sanity February 16, 2013 at 3:26 pm

Your dad partook in the magical herb, eh? And you got partailly named after his weed dealer?

Still laughing.

Naila Moon February 16, 2013 at 8:28 pm

Totally laughing over on this side of the monitor and away from your office!

Just what is your middle name anyway?

Party on Greg’s Dad! LOL

meg February 16, 2013 at 9:47 pm

Oh my goodness.. fun with names! My own name, came from a baby book. Yep. With a catch, of course. My mom, once she had married my dad.. had the same initials as him. They were both.. M.E.H. So, in keeping with that theme.. they picked a girl’s name & a boy’s name, that would keep those same initials. (And I still have all three the same, as I married an “H” too.)

Obviously, girl name.. Megan. I didn’t like it much growing up.. but I’m okay with it now. I even grew fond of being called “Meg” by close friends, which used to be reserved for an Uncle.. only he was allowed to call me that for a very long time.

If I had been a boy? Monty. MONTY. So glad I turned out to be a girl. Or I’d have been going by my parent’s pick for a boy’s middle “E” name.. Ethan. At least, that’s doable.

valmg @ Mom Knows It All February 16, 2013 at 9:54 pm

I wonder what you name would have been if picked by your parents while under the influence of the aforementioned doobies…
Love this idea. I try and answer some of these too.

Elizabeth February 17, 2013 at 11:01 am

Great idea- I may steal- since that is ok on the internet.
I assumed you were a Gregory (which is the name of my younger cousin.) I feel like Greg is a nick name. Do you get asked if Greg is your full name often?

Telling Dad February 18, 2013 at 8:20 am

While I’ve written Saturday’s and Sunday’s, I haven’t had access to my blog to post them! They’ll all be up tonight once I have internet access.

Shan @ Last Shreds Of Sanity February 18, 2013 at 1:16 pm

What happened to your internet?

Valerie February 18, 2013 at 3:39 pm

Great idea. I write in the same fashion. So when I’m sucking at life, there’s not much to write about. This is a great idea to get the juices flowing.



Jenelle February 19, 2013 at 2:35 pm

I was named after my dad’s first girlfriend. True story. And yes, my mother knew and still agreed.

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