I wonder if the resemblance would stand up to other angles.
An oï band? Just as pretty, twice as likely to kick your ass.
Wow. I really dig Jessica Biehl, but that chick in the photo looks nothing like her.
You're going to be the one guy who goes and sees that godawful Chuck and Larry movie, aren't you?
True fact: I've haven't seen anything Jessica Biel has been in.
"Next" wasn't too bad. More entertaining than Spiderman 3.
I can't believe Alex Payne wrote Chuck and Larry. I'm wondering if Election and Citizen Ruth were flukes.
I liked "The Illusionist" too, although from the time I saw the previes for it, through the time I saw the movie, and through the next four months until one minute ago, I thought the female lead was Jessica Alba rather than Biel.
Or maybe Chuck and Larry is the greatest movie in history.
Ned, aren't you also the one who doesn't know what kind of car he (or was it your wife) drives? Maybe you're not much of a noticer.
Not knowing what kind of car one drives doesn't mean that one is not much of a noticer.
Nice try, Ogged. Somewhat charming, even.
Not knowing what kind of car one drives doesn't mean that one is not much of a noticer.
That's exactly what it means.
A movie doesn't have to be great to be better than Election (or the Illusionist, for that matter).
Aren't you the one who somehow thought I was married? Maybe you're not much of a noticer.
And I know exactly what her car looks like, I just couldn't remember the arbitrary so-called "make and model" that is inscribed subtly on the back.
I do plead guilty to not noting what color a girlfriend's eyes were for the duration of a two-month relationship. Fortunately my intuition led me to the right guess.
That's why I mentioned the wife thing as part of my uncertainty; I wasn't going to look it up.
Anyway, gswift gets it right and Ned confirms in 17.
I was completely unaware of the existence of Jessica Biel until I started reading Unfogged. I don't thank you for that, O, but neither do I condemn you.
If you don't know what kind of car you yourself drive, that goes beyond "not being a noticer". It would mean you're brain-damaged or "absent-minded", given that you must have had to write down the type numerous times on various forms in order to maintain ownership of it. Please don't tar me with that brush.
In fact, don't tar me with any brushes.
Also, 19 gets it right. I conflated any mention of her with the known quantity of Jessica Alba before this blog forced me to pay more attention to her as a discrete entity.
Cryptic Ned: surprisingly touchy about his brain damage.
Cryptic Ned: prefers to have tar applied with rollers.
I do plead guilty to not noting what color a girlfriend's eyes were for the duration of a two-month relationship.
If it was because you were staring at her tits all the time, then this is understandable.
People notice different things, as has been mentioned here before.
People can have neato plants in their yards their whole time living there and never see them until I walk over, riveted by the leaves. But I don't say they aren't noticers.
I liked Election, though this isn't necessarily saying anything.
And my ex didn't know the color of my eyes for several weeks (until his roommate commented on them, in fact), but I'd be shocked if there were thirty seconds of our acquaintance that he didn't know my bra size.
Cryptic Ned bled on the lipstick triptych despite his styptic cred.
my ex didn't know the color of my eyes for several weeks
Clearly a moron; you should have dumped him right then.
Anyway, noticing or not noticing worm trails is one thing that differentiates people based on their preferences and expertise. Noticing or not noticing the kind of car you drive, in the manner of Cryptic Ned, differentiates the dummies from the rest of us.
People can have neato plants in their yards their whole time living there and never see them until I walk over
Wow, bad analogy. Maybe if people rode their plants around town or something it might work.
I don't make a note of make and model of most cars. But I do notice the cars.
Do people generally notice size and brand of others' shoes?
Do people generally notice size and brand of others' shoes?
Not straight dudes.
But they walk around town with them, right? (This is the annoying not really Socratic but just plain leading questions thing, isn't it? I'll stop now.)
Noticing or not noticing the plants in front of your building, that you walk past several times a day, differentiates the dummies from the rest of us.
Or, people's minds latch on to different things, and the name of a car I drive is never going to be one of the things I pay attention to. (That's not quite true. I could memorize it, because people ask. And I remember all the proper names of all the cars/bikes I've owned (Scarlet, Teela, Dart, Clara, Blanca and Princess).)
He claimed that because he was Asian-Am, he never looked at eye color because all eyes were brown anyway.
I think you'll agree with me that it was more or less the default car, with no distinguishing features whatsoever.
He claimed that because he was Asian-Am, he never looked at eye color because all eyes were brown anyway.
Nice effort on his part, but not buying it.
What kind of naive question is that? Of course.
Asian-Am, he never looked at eye color because all eyes were brown anyway
But since eye and hair color are the only things that prevent all white people from looking alike, he should have paid even more attention to that.
I'm mostly just giving Ned a hard time; it's not so strange not to notice made/model of cars, although your girlfriend's car is stretching it. And Megan, I know you know better now, but clearly, clearly, this guy was either a moron or a liar. You have very BIG, very BLUE eyes--once again, should have dumped him on the spot.
I didn't realize I was analogizing, although of course I was. But it was when I was mocking my ex for not recognizing the same plant in two different colors that I realized that it was exactly the same as recognizing cars. They come in families; you distinguish slight changes in form despite different colors; you remember linked names. In fact, I stopped making fun of him for not knowing plants when I realized it was exactly the same as not knowing cars, and I was never going to bother to learn anything about cars.
I was never going to bother to learn anything about cars
Except that you've said that you can tell various asian ethnicities apart by how they trick out their cars.
I, for one, can imagine not "knowing" the color of someone's eyes. I love pretty eyes, but I just think "pretty." The actual color may or may not stick. I'm not sure I'd be willing to swear about the eye color of anyone I've dated.
And I remember all the proper names of all the cars/bikes I've owned (Scarlet, Teela, Dart, Clara, Blanca and Princess)
BARF
w-lfs-n, she just not that into you. Get over it.
Do people generally notice size and brand of others' shoes?
Heh. My ex did notice clothes (and dated me despite that). He could tell me what shoes every single one of my friends was wearing the first time he met them.
But since eye and hair color are the only things that prevent all white people from looking alike, he should have paid even more attention to that.
I couldn't tell white people apart until I'd been at Berkeley for two years.
this guy was either a moron or a liar.
I didn't think he was a liar. I was totally willing to believe that he didn't know my eye color because he was looking at my breasts.
And he was funny.
He could tell me what shoes every single one of my friends was wearing the first time he met them.
Foot fetish.
The actual color may or may not stick
I'm mostly the same way, actually, which is why I remind myself to note it, because it seems so stupid not to know for sure.
The lyrics to "I want your socks" appear never to have been posted to the web.
Except that you've said that you can tell various asian ethnicities apart by how they trick out their cars.
In the late eighties, early nineties - I couldn't vouch for now:
Korean-Am - white Accura, blue tinted windows, no decals
Japanese-Am - stripe of some sort and a spoiler, Japanese script
Southeast Asian-Am - lowered, aftermarket rims, larger muffler.
I cheat if I want to get into finer detail on SE Asian. Buddha glued to the dashboard - Vietnamese - Am. Cross hanging from mirror - Fil-Am. Neither? Go to Cambodian - Am.
I couldn't tell white people apart until I'd been at Berkeley for two years.
Waitaminute...
I'm mostly the same way, actually, which is why I remind myself to note it, because it seems so stupid not to know for sure.
You're such a classic immigrant.
"stupid not to know for sure" rings true for me as well. If it's someone I'm dating, I don't want to get caught not knowing.
Classic immigrant behavior, gswift. Apparently Timbot grew up in a tepee.
In a jam, with no eye-color recall to speak of, Peter Gabriel nattered on about light and heat for 20 minutes.
You have elicited sustained and audible laughter, SB.
I've heard white people drive sedans.
57: Yeah, thinking about it a bit, that doesn't really fit/make sense. I just recently read a piece about Tom Stoppard, in which he was described as a classic immigrant, and somehow that rung the same bell for me.
I have heard the movement of my whiteness sputter,
And I have heard the repairman lift the hood and mutter,
And in short, I was afraid.
Foot fetish.
Try again. I notice shoes (both men and women) but I don't have a foot fetish. (And no, I'm not Megan's ex.)
Of course, I also notice cars, and I look around every time I hear a motorcycle until I've found it and identified it... so maybe it's just OCD.
I notice shoes
I submit that "could tell me what shoes every single one of my friends was wearing the first time he met them." is going beyond "notice".
Lo! I am "hella" white
Amid my wholesome honky peers!
Your eyes are not here.
There are no eyes here.
In this empty highway,
This broken car of our lost chances.
In this last of parking spaces
We mope together
And avoid heat
Gathered on this seat of the humid interior.
If there was any fetish, it was shoes more than feet, but I think it was neither. I think that his first once-over for class signifiers put a lot of weight on shoes. He also knew brand names and designers and knew which watches were expensive.
his first once-over for class signifiers put a lot of weight on shoes
"He's a gentleman. Look at his boots."
I drove a car in Tennessee,
A Rolls it was, upon a hill.
It made the slovenly underclass
Surround that hill.
Whenever Richard Cory went to supper
We people in attendance looked down at him:
He was a gentleman from sole to upper,
Well polished, and appropriately prim.
I read this: "Except that you've said that you can tell various asian ethnicities apart by how they trick out their cars" as: "Except that you've said that you can tell various asian ethnicities apart by how they trick out their ears" and will now spend the rest of the night pondering hip Japanese kids sporting streamlined, bedecalled ear prosthetics.
Annoyingly on-topic: Doppelgängli, in the specifically Swiss variant.
67: if you go to London (or Europe in general), they have 250 two-stroke streetbikes. Talk about doing a double-take when you hear something.
72/71: "If I was" is correct (or, at least, can be correct). It's not a hypothetical scenario -- it's a possible fact (conditional?) in the past tense.
By the way, all Asian eyes may be brown, but aren't all Asian bras A-cups?
...he says without any trace of heteronormative smile.
standpipe be on a *roll* in this thread!
this in particular:
"Cryptic Ned bled on the lipstick triptych despite his styptic cred."
the line about Peter Gabriel requires prior knowledge that i don't have.
anyhow--remember how i said those shots of biel in her bathrobe looked like 250 million other women? oddly enough, ogged found one among the other 2.75 billion.
A movie doesn't have to be great to be better than Election
This is the most absurd thing I've ever heard. Election is awesome.
Thanks, kb. Some posterior knowledge for you.
Oof. The verse+bridge should sue the chorus for defamation.
Doppelgängli, in the specifically Swiss variant
Huh. Thanks, I guess.
That's one way to lose those walking blues.
Without seeing the woman's ass, how can we tell if she resembles Jessica Biel or not? What are the rest of you going by?
I'm not sure what SB and eb are up to, exactly, but I still find it amusing.
91: That's too funny. I didn't even click on the link, because I was sure that it was a faceless picture.
That's one way to lose those walking blues.
Noted without comment.
Noted without comment.
It's a terrible, terrible song, ta-na na-na-na. My musical taste and my sense of humor aren't speaking to each other.
87: Actually, the Swiss reputation among German-speakers is cute accents plus adding "li" at the end of almost any conceivable noun, so in the interest of comity and cultural understanding, I note that doppelgängli is probably more mock-Swiss than actual-Swiss. But then you don't have to pay full price for mock-Swiss. to say nothing of mock-Swedish.
My musical taste and my sense of humor aren't speaking to each other.
I'm not willing to concede that it's a terrible song (mediocre, perhaps, but terrible?) but I will acknowledge that a song being terrible would make it more, rather than less, appealing as a target of humor.
88: I'm seeing a whole new line of Dr. Scholls products. Yowch.
