The church choir I sing with recently rehearsed a song which consisted of the names of all the books of the Bible. And due to some people’s horrid grasp of pronunciation, we ended up singing about Filet Mignon rather than Philemon.
Why does every other person over the age of 65 call him Jerry Steinfeld?
I can’t keep it straight which one is Ben Stiller and which one is Ben Affleck. Neither can act much, IMO, and they kind of, sort of look the same. I refer to them both as “One of those Bens.” Or I’ll ask, “The one who does all those goofy movies, or Matt Damon’s BF?” 
I get Anthony Hopkins and Anthony Perkins confused, and of course Bill Paxton and Bill Pullman. Lots of others that I can’t remember off the top of my head. It amuses the fiance, who is a walking encyclopedia of actors and musicians.
I also can’t help but to say “Barnes and Noble’s”.
Bull Pulman and Bill Paxton
Upton Sinclair and Sinclair Lewis
And for some stupid reason I always mix up Jennifer Jason Leigh and Lee Thompson
Well they are both white.
My wife and I were relatively new to the World Wide Web at the time radio and TV newscasts were talking about the new Israeli Prime Minister. To this day, we still call him “Net and Yahoo.”
:smack:
Well, crap. I have no good excuse for messing that up except maybe the cold meds I’ve been on.
::hangs head::
Billy Bob Thornton and Harry Dean Stanton. Two unique individuals who I cannot keep straight. Love them both, but always call one by the other’s nombre.
A former friend could never quite grok the name of that conductor, Sergio Zawa.
And I can never remember the name of the actor on Third Rock from the Sun. “There’s a man on the wing of this plane!” Dr. Lizardo.
Sulpaveda. I’m never sure how it’s pronounced. I usually end up saying something that sounds like either supple velvet or super velveeta.
I have to sit and think a minute to tell Upton Sinclair from Sinclair Lewis. Likewise Jack Nichlaus and Jack Nicholson. Even Merlin Olsen and Merle Oberon are tricky. Montgomery Clift and Cliff Robertson are the same person in the world between my ears, as are Richard Harris and Rex Harrison and Ellen Burstyn and Elayne Boosler and Kate Winslet and Cate Blanchett.
Salma Hayek famously played Frida Kahlo, but in my memory it was Selma Hayek who played Frida Kahla.
I always have trouble with Joaquin Phoenix. I want to pronounce his first name with an -m at the end, as if it were Joaquim or Joachim. Don’t even get me started on Marcello Mastroianni. It comes out something like Mastrionanny.
I can never seem remember the famous pen name of the guy who wrote Animal Farm and Nineteen Eighty-Four (George Orwell), but for some reason I never have trouble remembering his obscure real name (Eric Blair).
I have a lot of trouble with certain surnames that I don’t know if there’s an S at the end or not. Is it Sally Field or Sally Fields? James Wood or James Woods? Peter Seller or Peter Sellers? Bob Hoskin or Bob Hoskins? Roger Water or Roger Waters?
I always want it to be Aldomovar.
Then there’s Meshell Nagadoccio.
If it’s the Spanish name it’s Sepulveda.
I always have to speak of Alejandro Amenabar as “the Thesis guy, damnit.” I had to google “tesis pelicula” so I could write his name here… :smack: self. My brain insists in thinking he’s Almodovar’s cousin.
Same here.
And I can never remember if it’s Kathy Griffin or Kathy Griffith.
And though it’s not a person, can’t recall if it’s Sex and the City or Sex in the City.
Yah that’s the one, slippery vittles.
Then there’s the Mesoamerican deity Coaxial Cable (Quetzalcoatl).
Deepak Chopra will always be Deep Dark Chocolate to me thanks to a misunderstood phone conversation years ago.
When I was a kid I thought the hero of Miguel de Cervantes’ story was his donkey, “Hotee.”
I believe that’s how he prefers to be addressed, so you’re good.