There’s a Guy around here, that I could swear is Stephen King’s Cousin. He doesn’t quite look exactly like Stevie, but he looks like family… and I imagine their must be strong resemblances in his extended family. Looks like a strong gene.
Freaks me out.
Oh! I almost forgot the guy who used to work at a nearby convenience store who reminded me SO much of Apu from the Simpsons that we called the place the Kwik-E-Mart.
The guy who is a friend of an ex boyfriend, who used to live in my basement (not the ex, the guy) is an amalgamation of Beavis & Butthead. He’s about as smart as the two of them combined, always wore metal band t-shirts.
If you told him something he didn’t quite comprehend he’d just stare at you. He laughed like Butthead. He actually did enjoy setting things on fire (not here, thank god).
If he had braces I’d say he was Butthead but he was actually more stupid (yeah, Butthead was the “smart” one) and flew into spastic fits of energy like Beavis.
There’s a young lady at work who, except for not being tall or wearing glitter in her pale eye shadow, is a dead ringer for Jareth. Oh, and she doesn’t stuff a sock in the crotch of her pants.
And a young man who looks like Otto the bus driver.
I used to work with the late twenties version of the youngest brother (Dewey) from Malcolm In The Middle. I also worked with a Ned Flanders double, including the religious beliefs.
Also, since this is a union shop, guys with a lot of seniority don’t face any consequences for not keeping themselves, well, let’s say groomed. So there are a lot of old timers who look like Santa Claus. They tend to be on the day shift (it’s the seniority thing).
I worked with a guy who was spot on identical in mannerisms to “Buffalo Bill” of Silence of the Lambs. I don’t think he killed anyone though 
I have an Asian friend (though I haven’t spoken to him in a few years) who is like the perfect Asian double of Laurence Fishburne.
Similarly, I have a white friend who looks strikingly like Samuel L. Jackson, except for the skin tint. Put an afro wig on him, have him say a few lines ("…and I will strike down, with fuh-yuuuuuuuu-rious anger!) and you wouldn’t be able to tell the difference.
I know a girl that looks like a Gypsy Queen, truly beautiful, earthy, and magical- charmed. Fulfills every Balkan and intellectual fantasy that I have ever had… that poor girl should be exhausted from the Workout that I have put her through in my mind. One of my Greatest Loves, unrequited. The irony is that I introduced her to her husband.
She was my best friend for about 3 years before her husband.
Strangely, in that this is a real character, but historical, I used to work with a guy who was the image of Napoleon Bonaparte. He had the wispy hair, the nose, the whole package. He would on occasion stick his hand in his overcoat just to crack everyone up.
I mean, I can handle Stephen King as an entity, kind of as myth of singular. But as a reiteration and viral family… it terrifies me. The spies he has in genetic knowing.
We had a new patient admitted during my days off. I went in to work and said “so what is this new lady like?”
Everyone of co workers said the same thing.
“She talks like Marge Simpson’s sisters and looks like George Costanza’s dad.”
20 co workers can’t be wrong. Selma Bouvier’s voice in Jerry Stiller’s body. In a woman. Oh and she starts yelling random crap at us, kind of in a Frank Costanza way.
Freaky as all hell.
I am wanted for some serious codifice violations by the Library Police. I still have 20$ outstanding at the local library on a $40 fine from foreign-overborrowing and procrastination of some 15 haiku anthologies past, present, and instructional. I still haven’t been able to borrow from the libraries in my home, some several years. They will not forgive the $20 although I paid half. All books were returned.
So, now I go a county over… my Olde Towne Library.
Last place I worked had a wonderful guy, with an amazing resemblance to the stapler guy from Office Space, but his voice was not as nasally/whingy. Sweet man, but I had issues for the first week in the contract compliance department…:eek:
Someone once compared me to the Meg Tilly character in The Big Chill … I was a very young looking 22 year old, and living with a 38 year old man. I wasn’t quite as naive but had the whole waifish short hair, and the age disparity, and his drug dealing on the side thing going on.
Weird. I used to work for Ned Flanders. He really gets around.
I also know a grown-up version of Dewey from Malcolm in the Middle. That isn’t a surprise though because he is his father in real life. They look just alike.
My paternal grandmother and that actress looked uncannily alike, to include the height.
At one time, my whole family could’ve traded places with “King of the Hill.”
