More signs I am dorky:

I was walking around downtown the other day, and I passed a little yippy dog that decided it was going to be friendly. Which is fine with me, and I appeased it, petted it, scratched behind its ear, and moved on. As I continued in the opposite direction, it's owner said "Come on, Marley," and my immediate thought was:

"Do you suppose it's named after Bob, or Jacob?"

Followed shortly thereafter by:

"Poor Ziggy. You didn't even consider him. You made a Dickens reference before considering Ziggy."

But I think that's probably a good thing.