Look...uh, like?...

Does this...? look like this...? look like this...?

does this...?

look like this...?

...look like this...?

Answer: no.
Neeeeuwwww.
If you be I.

"Did anyone ever tell you you look like...?"

"No. No, they didn't. Shut up, get away from me..." - probably would have been the appropriate answer.

Think it started '94. Which is okay. Guy smoking behind the bikeshed, (school)... "haha, yo'all look like Seinfeld.". I smiled. "woah, you look even more like Seinfeld when you smile. Bro, smile! Smile!"

Which is okay. I mean that's before the days of lol.

Hey, fourteen year old girl compares a guy she likes to Beiber / Paterson, totally normal...

It's just that... I'm working (steady security gig) with one o' the smartest gals I know in 2009, she tells me I look like Cage.

Brush it off, but same job, few days... waltzin' the street, guy's all like, "hey you're that comedian from Youtube, aww I ferget the name!!".
Brush. Off.

Then I hit Melbourne, Australia (2011) purley for study purposes - "Seinfeld, hey, you're like Seinfeld, Smile. OMG - Seinfeld!"

Initiated from one individual, it isn't long until the entire class decides I'm Jerry Seinfeld. Do I need to point out I have a moustache at this point in my life??...

I guess. It's just. A mentality.

Some people feel the need. (to associate)

As far as I figured, I'm me. Good at it too. My nose is crooked-algebraic at best.


What happened? 2008. An indian joker loses his shit in the street.
"Oh My God?!!" ... "It's Ben Stiller!!" Guy's like glancing around for confirmation, left, right, I think he's joking, but he's dead set I'm Ben Stiller. Glancing, double takes, announcing this to the world. Step back, step forward (where are the hidden cameras?). It takes me more than 30 seconds to assure him. I'm NOT Ben Stiller.

Stiller generally walks the streets of Wellington's oldest suburb, wearing a purple bandana, scoring some spraypaint for his BMX project??  Didn't think so...

That said, I can pull out some moves to 'Wild Boys'... but really...

... If one more person calls me Nicolas Cage... (seriously) to my face...
I can't b held responsible for what happens next.

Brisbane, Australia. I got Cage a lot. (just slide, rihia, just slide...), a crew I worked with even changed my POS program avatar to Jerry Seinfeld... nice, but even here, back in "Farming Town", New Zealand:
* Passerby: "hey, that guy looks like.."
* Argentinian coworker: "you know, you look like..."
* Job interviewer: "sorry, I keep calling you Nic for some reason (wink)..."

My name ain't Nic, not even close.
Okay, so this subject doesn't truly deserve it's own blog, but I'm getting it offa my chest while I can.


 
Because there's something about being 'approached & accompanied' to the post office last weekend by two keen young Mormons, which is fine, really, until one has to enquire, "Has anyone ever told you - you look like Ben Stiller?"

Aargh, for freaking...!! Grrr, Ben Stiller wouldn't even look like Ben Stiller when he's sporting long hair, a full beard and wrap-around-shades - how can you even see me under here?!

Fine. If I absolutely have to look like an iconic mug...
... I'm going with Robert Garcia from Art of Fighting.

Wait, wait... more specifically -

... 'POST-NUT-PUNCH Robert Garcia'.

"Anyone ever tell you, you look like...?"

Why, yes. Sure. There I am...


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"And 'The Way To A Man's Heart Is Through His Stomach'.
"...
"This would suggest I live in a mushroom." - rihia2k.