my name is Oliver... but there's more to it... remind me to post the rest and modify this post...
and here it is!
I was in Grade 11 Night School for math with a bunch of hot girls. Our teacher, Mr. Czeh, was a gentleman with a heavy European accent that I admired a great bunch.
(as an aside, imagine my surprise that the one day I was sick for class he asked the whole class what they thought about me - and he told them that I was a genius! That is furthest from the truth, but for some how some reason even though I was struggling just a bit in that class I got perfect on a test that the rest of the class failed!)
Now that I'm done stroking my ego, back to the story.
One of the hot girls was gonna ask me for some help but she didn't know my name. She kept on calling out to "Hollywood" and I paid no attention unbeknownst to me that she was addressing me.
Finally she tapped me on the shoulder saying that she was calling me but I didn't hear my name... "you're Hollywood, aren't you?" and I was like, "WTF?"
We got around to talking and it seems the way my teacher kept pronouncing my name it sounded very much like "Hollywood/Holiver"... unfortunately, that name was already taken by some other dude at school and I told her that.
She asked me my real name and I told her it was Oliver... she then started calling me "OLLY-wood" for the rest of the term. (I love it when hot girls give you pet names!)
Word about this got around to work, where it became a certain inside joke and said with a certain tone... "AH LEEEEEE WOOOOOOOOOOD!"
because I was somehow forced to work overnight shifts every weekend during this time... the overnight shift then started to be called the OLLY-wood shift...
Oliver BECAME OLLY-wood... it was a mentality, a state of mind... synonymous with hard work, effort, and a general state of lunacy...
OLLY-wood... it's where you want to be...
PS... much to my dismay, there is a real life Olly Wood... he's a movie director.