When Stand By Me came out, people insisted on calling me Gordie all the time. It was fucking torture. I’m not sure if it bothered me more or less that it was such a great movie.
(It’s not Gordo, Gordy, Gordie, G. Gordon Liddy or Gordon Lightfoot. It’s just Gordon, please. G is alright, though. And I don’t even mind Flash, depending on who’s calling me  that.)
I have never read even a frame of a Blue Beetle comic, yet I easily recognized him here.
Pretty sweet Beethoven, btw.