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Congrats Steve, that's great! I'm glad you're having fun, honey.

I've been recognized a number of times, and it's always been immensely flattering. And fuckin' weird! What do you say to someone who comes up and creams their jeans because they got your autograph? Mostly, though, I'm just so pleased that people like my work.

Congrats, Thesp! Very cool indeed.

This wasn't me, but my boyfriend who got recognized. A few months ago, we were at our favorite sushi place in Studio City. We had a rare trifecta of star sightings ourselves that night: first, we were seated at the table right next to Tony Goldwyn. Then, as we were walking out, we noticed George Lopez at the sushi bar. Finally, as we were getting the car out of valet, we saw (or rather my boyfriend saw -- I MISSED IT AUGGH!!!!) John Cusack.

Driving home, I was completely freaked out that I'd missed the beloved Cusack. We stopped briefly at the video store to return a DVD...and while we were there, one of the guys behind the counter turns to my boyfriend and suddenly gets all excited. "Oh my god," he says. "I know who you are! You were in [Goofy '80s Jim Carrey Movie], weren't you?!"

And yes. Yes he was. I, of course, thought this was AWESOME, because A) I briefly had a vague crush on my boyfriend when I saw said teen comedy -- in a double-bill with "Better Off Dead" starring John Cusack! -- back in high school, and B) I actually have the copy of Teen Beat that he was in back at the time (resulting, he likes to report, in exactly one fan letter, from a girl in Australia). So I was totally giddy (I poked him and giggled on the way out the door); he took it a little more in stride (though he did admit it was probably better than getting recognized as That Guy from the Johnsonville Brats commercial that's currently running).

But here's an even better story of him getting recognized for the same movie. At the time his movie came out, my boyfriend (like most actors here in L.A.!) also worked as a waiter. Henry Winkler (yes, The Fonz!) came in on a regular basis where my boyfriend worked, and he was always a great customer (friendly, excellent tipper, etc.) and all-around great guy.

One day, Winkler came in with his family. He took my boyfriend aside, and said, "I'm sorry to bother you like this, but my kids really loved your movie and they'd be thrilled to have your autograph. If you're not too busy, I hope you wouldn't mind stopping at the table to chat with them for just a few minutes." Of course my boyfriend didn't mind -- he was delighted. After which Winkler thanked him and laughed, "see, now they think I'm cool. Being Fonzie doesn't get me far around our house."

I always get mistaken for any one of a number of other girls who apparently look exactly like me, but I'm not famous for anything. Congrats to you anyway! That's so cool!

Scody, that was a great story.

I've only been recognized for looking like someone else. No one famous, just "some girl who looks just like you". Who apparantly has a wild and crazy social life. Sigh.

Woohoo! Go LT!!!!

Scody, that was an awesome Henry Winkler story. Now I know it's really safe for me to love that man.

Good for you LT. (don't get a big head and forget us little folks)

I walked into a bar just as I was on the TV news talking about the launch of Windows 95 and people bought me free beer. I was happy to get free beer but it seemed odd to buy someone something just because they are on TV.

I also met a women who recognized me from a 'movie' I made with her friend.

Orange Swan: oh yes, love away! If there's a list of Hollywood Nice Guys, by all accounts Henry Winkler should be at the top. He's a real mensch.

Yay LT! I'm glad you are enjoying yourself.

(My glasses and demeanor preclude my recognition around town or even in the lobby, which is the way I like it. Strangers are scary.)

My husband does sound for film and TV, and often ends up playing small parts in most projects. He's been a cop, a pimp, etc., but his most celebrated role is as "the urinator" in which he's a guy who pulls over on the side of a highway to take a leak, and ends up finding a dead body.

This was in a popular TV series, and it's amazing and hilarious how many people have recognized him from that 30-second scene. One guy he saw at a film festival, a director whom he had worked with on something small many years ago, didn't recognize him at all as someone he actually knew, but came rushing over to ask, "hey, aren't you the peeing guy from 'Mazi Sou'?

I've never been known by site, but I was known by many for my articles, back when I was writing for a newspaper in the U.S., so I would get that thing where I met someone and when they learned my name they would remember and talk about some very specific thing I wrote, which was a tiny bit weird, since as a writer your "audience" doesn't seem very immediate. But that's the way I'd like to be famous, if I were ever famous... not by sight, which would really freak me out.

When I was working for the magazine, I'd go to anime conventions a lot, sporting my nifty leopard-print cowboy hat. After I got fired, I went to Anime Boston to work as staff (so I could get a free badge and stay in the hotel for free!) and just as I was getting into an elevator to go up to my room (and meet my new roommates) some kid said totally recognized me from another anime convention that had been held six months before in NYC.

That is too cool, LT. :)

I've never been recognized in public for any of my work, but several years ago I found out that someone had created an entry for me on IMDB. That was kinda cool (and strange not knowing how it came about).

Who apparantly has a wild and crazy social life. Sigh.

redvixen, that totally just reminded me of a case of mistaken identity I'd completely forgotten.

When I still had a shaved head, over the period of a year or so, about once a month someone would call to me on the street or buy me a beer or one time, even grabbed my ass (!) only to find out that I wasn't who they thought I was! They said there was another petite chick with a shaved head in Portland who looked remarkably like me, named Sage. After this had happened for the umpteenth time, I saw her walk into a coffee shop across the street from the bar I was in. I prompty deserted my friends and my drink, and when I approached her, she took one look at me and said "Holy shit! Specklet?".

It was such an amusing introduction. She told me that I must play pool a LOT because folks were always telling her they enjoyed shooting pool with her. Heh. I didn't see the resemblance, other than the fact that we were both short and bald, but until I grew out my hair, we still got mistaked for one another.

I also met a women who recognized me from a 'movie' I made with her friend.

arsey, are you telling us you were recognized from a porno?

I also met a women who recognized me from a 'movie' I made with her friend.

*Image of arse_hat as gentle custodian of Whitey Ford wiped from mind, replaced with arse_hat-as-Ron-Jeremy*