Misstee, in my mind, is a redheaded Hooters Girl.
ShibbOleth makes me imagine Sauron’s eye on the Tower of Mordor. I’m not sure why.
Dantheman looks like a plain man with brown hair, but is the best guy you’ll ever meet.
Priceguy makes me think of William Shatner. Yeah, that’s wierd.
Hmmm…
Now I’m picturing The Great Zamboni as Snoopy in tails and top hat, driving around a massive magical ice machine.
I’m so warped…
With Chopin blaring from loudspeakers, but it’s played on an organ. I wonder where the top hat keeps coming from though.
I imagine Rico as a Doberman Pinscher.
Phlosphr – the Professor from Gilligan’s Island.
«Ðëëp¤F®ïêd»™ – even more annoyed than I was at being constantly logged out when the SDMB switched to the new software.
Blown & Injected – an Ed Roth-style large hairy monster driving a little car with a large hairy engine.
Doghouse Reilly – Bogart as Phil Marlowe.
That’s all I’ve got. Anybody want to do me?
Smeghead’s name reminds me of a poem I saw once. I’ll quote it, badly, for you.
I imagine she was surprised,
to find her cold cream jar,
filled with my smegma,
which I had saved,
for just,
that,
moment.
Ooh, I forgot one. Whenever I see ShibbOleth, it reminds me of the word cobblestones, which in turn reminds me of a joke about nuns riding their bicycles over cobblestones. So apologies to ShibbOleth, especially if he knows the joke, but I picture a nun riding a bicycle over cobblestones.
I guess I picture things, not people.
ShibbOleth’s makes me think of an H.P. Lovecraft creature, the Shoggoth. Not that I think that’s what you look like, it’s just what the name brings to mind.
Bruce Daddy = Bruce Campbell. With a name like that, how can I not think of Ash?
Doghouse Reilly… some kinda badass version of Bill O’Reilly.
blown and injected, sorry, your name suggests a lot of drugs. Makes me think of latter-day Elvis or a Nirvana album cover.
Something about gex gex makes me think of a guy with glasses hanging out in a Dexter’s Laboratory-style place.
Guinastasia… Russian princess.
Bruce_Daddy has a purple velvet cape and a white leather hat, and he rides in his sooped-up hoopty trying to keep away from the poh-lice. He’s got one arm round a ho and the other is laid on the steering wheel so he’s guiding his ride like a sea captain.
He’s got cool purple glasses, too, and thick gold nuggets as rings. He’s always on pimpin’ duty, fo’ shizzle.
Gex Gex reminds me of the Geico Gecko.
Bongmaster, in my mind, is a ninja master high on hash.
Wearing white cotton panties and nothing else right now – getting ready for bed.
Not that I would not be friends with Bongmaster, but Gunslinger got it right. Need a high powered car to get to the porn shop 
You’ve been spying on me, haven’t you. How else would you know one of my aol screenames is Squirlriot? :eek: Red squirrel, though, grays are usually too fat and lazy to riot much.
js_africanus is a cool Black dude from the '70’s, with a big “fro” and a loud leisure suit.
Northern Piper is a slim, fairyish girl, wearing a moss green cape and a small hat with a feather. She is playing a little flute.
FairyChatMom comes on her little pink wings and lands on the pillows of small girls. She whispers bedtime stories to them.
JohnnyLA sort of reminds me of Rob Lowe in Wayne’s World, but maybe blonde. Definately in sunglasses!
Me! Me!
Mistee is Amy from Futurama.
Annie-Xmas is a cute 22 year old girl who has a nice smile and red hair.
gex gex makes me think of that old Neo Geo game where you fired the colored balls at the screen, and had to make them all pop before a ball touched the bottom of the screen.
Actually, my mind’s eye gets more of a Miracle Worker Anne Bancroft than a Graduate Anne Bancroft. But whatever floats YOUR boat…this is a group fantasy. All hallucinations are welcome!
Correct-a-mundo, my friend! Tall, thin brown and tall, thin, black. Both with 3.5" heels. No decorational motif in my current boots. But I’ve been known to have them when I can afford lots of boots.
FairyChatMom has always made me think of actress Teri Garr dressed up like a fairy princess.
Airman Doors, I invariably envision as a clean-cut young zoomie in full uniform.
When I first encountered Sanguine Spider I envisioned her as a well-built, obviously female person wearing a Spider-Man costume. Due to her sig, this later changed into a visualization of a young woman dressed in full Valkyrie gear a la opera style.
At first, I thought Shodan was female, because Shodan was the name of the sexy rogue computer in the System Shock computer games. My later discovery of Shodan’s true gender has caused me no end of cognitive dissonance, ever since.
Misstee immediately manifests in my mind as a very attractive but rather dim young woman I used to work with, whose name was Misstee. Very sweet young lady, but just couldn’t understand why her favorite restaurant couldn’t decide what to put in the “soup de jour,” because they changed it almost every day…
Diogenes The Cynic has always put me in mind of an illustration from a book I had when I was a kid… in which the real Diogenes is rather peevishly asking Alexander The Great to step aside because he’s blocking the sunlight.
Scylla, I always picture as a rather nervous thirtyish fellow with unkempt brown hair, his glance flickering left and right, wary of evil blimps. The picture was assembled when I read “The Horror Of Blimps,” and has remained intact ever since.
Shirley Ujest, for some reason, has always manifested in my mind as a picture of Lily Tomlin doing her telephone operator routine. I have no idea why.
Bosda Di’Chi of Tricor always comes to mind as a guy dressed in full royal Elizabethan style, with huge floppy hat with giant feather, gem-encrusted codpiece… the kind of envoy Mad King Ludwig might have sent to the court of Henry VIII if Ludwig were trying to make Henry feel underdressed. Qadgop the Mercotan tends to be dressed along these lines as well, in my mind’s eye.
CanvasShoes invariably is pictured as actress Teri Garr in T-shirt, jeans, and canvas boating shoes. Dunno why.
I always envision Mr. Sarcasticus as the title character from the William Castle version of Mr. Sardonicus, complete with cheesy mask.
I do not chase Mormons. No Mormon has ever given me a reason to do so. Jehovah’s Witnesses, on the other hand, have done everything except fly airplanes into the World Trade Center, as far as I’m concerned. Weirdly enough, by reading how various people picture me, it becomes clear who’s read this story and who hasn’t, since the physical description of me is kind of Hagrid-like… although one of the reasons I stuck “Master” on the beginning of my handle was to make people think of little Asian guys in robes, as opposed to big Australian guys in the bathroom with the latest issue of some men’s magazine… 
You strike me as a fast-talking guy that might be selling watches out of the inside of his overcoat. I think you have a mustache, and you may be wearing a Bulls starter jacket. You’re a shot-and-a-beer kind of guy, but you have an adoring wife and three kids who love to go to the beach with you because you throw them in the water.
Whaddaya, sitting in the next cube or something? You’re freakin’ me out, man!
Lieu…a guy who is always smiling and is always ready to buy a round for his buddies. He never wears sweaters, always wears jeans, and he resembles Matt Damon. And he spends endless hours in the men’s room.
Egyptian. With one of those tall Egyptian hats. You like to spend time by the water and you listen to jazz.