I… can’t… stop… laughing…
Now I picture you as this guy. I hope you’rehappy.
Why does everyone see Sampiro as dark-haired? I always thought he was kinda dirty-blonde.
For a long time, I thought An Arky stepped out of a Penny Arcade strip. As I remember he posted a picture over in the “I swear I look better than this” picture thread, and I wound up wrong on just about every count, but that’s what I thought.
Big Bad Voodoo Lou? Tiki man. I don’t even pretend to be right there. I just see his posts and think there’s a tiki man talking.
DiosaBellissima reminds me of a girl I knew in high school. Smallish, quite pretty. Dark red hair. Never went anywhere without this cheerfully perverse smile on.
That’s all I have right now. I’m sure something will come up later.
I have to admit that sometimes I picture Askia as Huey Freeman. And I’ve seen Askia’s picture, although not recently.
Oh, I don’t know. I rather picture you as looking a bit like Errol Flyn! Unfortunately, I dont have a link, either.
CJ
I’d do me.
Ooh! Ensign --I am very flattered. I think she looks intelligent, no? And so attractive, too… 
I don’t know how to link photos, so I’ll just free associate here a bit. (sorry)
Sampiro -cross between the protagonist in Sophie’s Choice and Nick in Great Gatsby. He usually wears a white suit and a Panama hat whilst in town. Then again, sometimes I think of David Sedaris…
Quad --can’t really describe. No-one famous, per se–a little bit the guy who used to show up on Rhoda as a minor character. He may have dated Brenda a bit. Young, intelligent, Jewish, easy going guy (David something?)
AMF Selina or an Aztec Indian goddess after a night of playing with humans. 
Mr Bus Guy is a little bit portly, gray beard and wire rims, dry sense of humor and piercing gaze(over the glasses, of course!)
Polycarp is Father O’Malley in the best Bing tradition. (Father with a shot of Richard Pryor!)
Aanamika is Jasminder from Bend it Like Beckham , when she isn’t resembling any number of the female Indian docs I know (and like–they are all younger than me, now <sigh>).
Siege is Dame Judy Dench portraying an Anglican sister with a touch of Sister Act.
Upthread, someone was spot on re Cecil’s pic as well as kidchameleon --I always think Boy George, too.
Bald girls with beards need love, too. Sniff.
For some reason, I picture Qadgop the Mercotan as John Lurie in a 1930s doctor’s garb, head-reflector and all. And he smells of sulfur.
Elmwood looks like this, by way of Elwood P.
Speaking of giant bunnies, I also see Frank as Frank the undead man-bunny.
…and twickster is Bugs Bunny, by virtue of the trickster animal archetype combined with a speech impediment.
God, I’ve got rabbits on the brain. Maybe I should see someone about that.
“My name is Larry Mudd, Millionaire. I own a mansion and a yacht.”
Sampiro has no one to blame but himself for how I picture him.
[sub](Incidentally, the website I got that pic from? Famous pipe smokers. That amuses me far more than is proper for a man in his thirties.)[/sub]
No, with her gentleman callers, she’s a shoo-in for Blanche DuBois from Streetcar Named Desire.
I have an entirely different vision of Qadgop. He’s the fellow on the right. Fellow on the left looks like Brain Glutton to me.
No, this is World Eater.
More him in drag, as he was wont to appear from time to time.
Since nobody offered to describe ME…well, it is every bit as accurate an image of me as most people post on the on-line dating profiles of themselves. 
Sorry Bosda, because of the unpronounceable last name, I always pictured you as more along the lines of this.
Oh contraire, mon frere. I offered this way back on the first page…
[QUOTE]
When I see Bosda Di’ Chi of Tricor’s name I picture
Fred Armisen on SNL
[QUOTE]
[QUOTE=WOOKINPANUB]
Oh contraire, mon frere. I offered this way back on the first page…
[QUOTE]
When I see Bosda Di’ Chi of Tricor’s name I picture
Fred Armisen on SNL
I don’t use greasy kid stuff on my hair, & I lost the mustache years ago. My hairline does not recede, nor does my brow. And his clothing is clearly the result of a misunderstanding.
OK, my brow doesn’t jutt forward, either…
If anyone visualizes me as the hovering apparition of a small, thickboned, cranially challenged hominid, it’s nobody’s fault but my own. 