Mistaken Identity . . . . again

Yesterday was yet another "Hey, has anybody told you that you look like Ross?" moment. We went to the HFAC to check out BYU's used piano sale (magically coinciding with ed week) and as soon as we walked in the sales guy blurted that out. He then proceeded to say that I must get that all the time. True dat, yo. I gave him the url to my blog.

The tally goes up

Today at church I scored #2 on my "do you know who you look like" count. That's right - I was starting to think it was dead because I was going to start keeping track, but the high counselor came up to me with that golden question. He couldn't remember the character's name, but know he was on Friends. I helped him out.

Mistaken Identity

Today I finally remembered to start counting the number of times people tell me I look like Ross. It happened today at the end of the training class I was teaching. A lady said "hey Ross!" So I turned around and the ladies just laughed it up. Then there were the normal, has anybody told you that you look like that guy? I even got a question about if I have any fossils in my pocket. Apparrantly it took her these two days to figure out who it was that I looked like. Nice work, Rose, nice work. At least I was able to get an entry in my tally.

In addition, I have added the tally box to my blog sidebar. I wish I had been doing this for the last five years because a "1" over there in my tally box is not very impressive. But know this - there have been many. I'll keep the counter running.

The Myth goes on

A certain post has been perpetuating the Ross myth by drawing the comparison between Mr. Schwimmer and myself:

Carlklef Chronicles: The shirt off his back . . .

I have always maintained that I am in fact not Ross nor David. We really don't even look all that much alike if you ask me. That does not stop people - mostly random strangers - from telling me that I look just like him. I think I'm going to start keeping track on the blog of all my "do you know who you look like" encounters from here on out. Just keep in mind that there are literally hundreds of occurrences over the last 8 or so years. It's finally time that I start documenting my alleged Ross-ness. So each time I get one, I will write it up and keep a running tally in the side bar.

I wonder if the fact that I'm going to keep track now will actually affect the instances. What is the name of that law again - the one that says that the presence of the observer has an effect on the subject being observed. Hmmmm . . . . I guess we'll have to see.