Nice. Can I get another one of those drinks with bananas? 
let’s see…
Master of disguise, check
Master of fake accents, check
Loves train travel, check
Special agent*, check
loves gadgets, check
I’m Artimus Gordon!
*special cough travel cough agent.
I am Lorelai Gilmore, sadly minus the impossibly cute townies and wealthy parents. I occasionally wonder if the Sherman-Palladinos have bugged my house.
I somewhat aspire to the Philip Barrie character who gave me my handle. In real life, though?
Elliot Reid.
(Except for the politics – which I assume she picked up from her father. As I did.)
Some days I feel like my life is one big FACEPALM. But with job competence and great hair!
Heh, obviously you’ve a better sense of humor than ol’ Howard.
I’m Gardner Barnes morphing into Hank Hill. Still enjoy going out to dig up Dom but now I’m content drinking him from the couch in the alley.
Hermione Granger in glasses, minus the dentist parents and magic. I even live with a redhead! (Whom I’m not dating, but there aren’t any fictional characters I match perfectly.)
Jessica Vye from A Long Way from Verona only all grown up and in the wrong era and country.
Sure, if you’ll stop singing “The Hedgehog Song”. 
As a supposedly nice and sensitive guy who screws up a lot, probably Dr. John “J.D.” Dorian from Scrubs or Xander Harris from Buffy. But I wish I was more like Rupert Giles or even Wesley Wyndham-Pryce.
Hopefully not my namesake…because that would mean I am dead.
I dunno-maybe Samantha Stevens, without the twitchy nose, the doofus husband, although MY MIL is redheaded and rather bitchy…hmm…
I’m Batman.
Except I’m not rich, inventive, or in shape, and I’m usually asleep by 10:30 every night.
But I am prepared!
Sam Weir from “Freaks and Geeks.” It was practically a biography.
I used to be Jane from Broadcast News, but nowadays, there’s no denying that I’ve transformed into Michael Bluth.
Except, my family is crazy.
A female Ignatius Reilly, except not in NOLA or grossly overweight (pudgy, yes).
I have a rather fetching hunter’s cap w/flaps and a tendency to scream at the TV while eating pastries. My valves are not quite as sensitive as Iggy’s, tho’.
I’ve been told I’m a cross between Jean Luc Picard and Kermit the Frog. So I’ve got that going for me…
My wife thinks I resemble an in-shape Meat Loaf (and yes, there was a time he was in shape).
For personality, I get Andy Richter a lot, and sometimes Kevin James. Because of this, my wife makes me watch King of Queens, of which I’m not fond.
I always pictured myself as a better looking version of Eleanor Roosevelt. And, although I’m a guy, I don’t think I’m particularly more masculine.
-Cem
Good God, you’re about ready to blow the bugle & yell “Charge!”, aren’t you?
Lately I’m starting to feel that I’m Willy Loman or Tommy Wilhelm.
Yes, it’s depressing.
Zelda Gilroy from The Many Loves of Dobie Gillis.
Let’s see. I’m blond, athletic, intelligent, friendly, and I like to help others.
Damn, I think I’m freakin’ Lassie. Gotta go, Timmy fell down the well again.