I mostly get Jewish and Italian (which is correct) Although I am not sure how people reconcile the stereotypes with the fact that I am very fair.

I do not see the twin thing with Noah and J. Noah does look just like you, Kat. It's adorable.

My mom got the Asian thing a lot too. I think a census worker refused to believe she wasn't mixed race and actually wrote her down as such. She also has pictures of her with straightened hair done up in a sari with a bindi and she looks totally Indian.

Which is weird for a woman who was a redhead as a child.

Snow. More snow. Make it stop.

Hil, do you have faceblindness? I have some friends with that. Hairstyle changes mess with them something awful.

In our little family, people always ask us if Noah and his friend J (who is a year younger and Vietnamese!) are twins. [link] I don't see it, but it totally pisses off J's mom who hates me.

They don't look at all alike! Noah does look vaguely like he could be related to a fannish friend's son, especially in pre-mobile pictures, though.

Echoes, despairingly, Zen. So tired of it.

I also don't see the J and Noah twin thing.

Hil, do you have faceblindness? I have some friends with that. Hairstyle changes mess with them something awful.

I don't know. Never really thought of it as having a name, just as something that I'm not good at.

off to google

Over the years, a number of rude strangers have asked my mother if my sister and I were adopted. My sister looks like my mother's sister and niece, but not particularly like my mother. I don't particularly look like either side, which helps me maintain the comforting fiction that I was switched at birth.

Hilarity has ensued from me posting my BFF as my sister on Facebook. She was invited to join the Facebook group for my High School Class and she joined before I did! There were only 100 in my graduating class and are only 20 people in the group! Do they now think I was a twin?

Loki does a total puppy in the snow until the snow starts melting in his feet. He digs and burrows and is just generally puppylike. Then he comes in and does the Craxy racing around,

My sister and I grew with people thinking we were twins, because we do look a bit alike but mostly because Mom tended to buy twice the fabric and make matching clothes for us.

We were surprised once in high school gym, when we had gym at the same time and the teachers had our classes play volleyball against each other. After rotating around, we ended up across the net from each other and were talking smack, which cracked us both up. At that point, one of Sis's classmates looked at us in surprise and said, "Hey, are you two sisters?" We were shocked she couldn't tell right away, and she said she didn't notice it until we both smiled.

IcompletelyON, I have to burble about tonight's class! The evening started off really terrible, with me getting cramps and not feeling good and ending up leaving work 45 minutes later than I normally do and having to drive in a light snow to a class when I had done none of the three chapters of reading. Well, there was no one on the road so at least I got to class 20 minutes ahead of time, so I was able to pull out my book and start skimming the first chapter. I noticed on the syllabus that the three chapters were on library ethics, but also that we were going to have an outside lecturer for the evening. I assumed he'd be talking about ethics, and had decided to pull the "I don't feel so good" excuse for why I wasn't participating when it came time to talk about the reading.

The first hour, we spent talking about the chapter of reading from last week that we never got around to last Tuesday, which I had read, and then the lecturer started talking about something completely different, so I didn't have to worry about the reading at all--yay!

Anyway, the lecturer was fascinating--his talk was all about how information is created, codified, classified, and then conveyed via media. Sounds dry and boring, but it really wasn't. One of the charts he used in his Power Point slideshow got me to correlate it to Helen Keller and her moment at the water pump and how she was able to classify all the random info she was getting her entire life. I mentioned that to the lecturer at the Q&A section, and he thought about it and admitted that it had never occurred to him before.

Earlier in the lecture, he had said something else that reminded me of a book I had read for fun while I was in college. When he paused, I raised my hand and mentioned it, and as soon as I said the title, he pointed at me and said the author's name. I was floored that he was familiar with the book (I'd never met anyone who had read it before), and he said not only had he read it, but he was friends with the author! He told me he'd mention to the author that he had a fan in library school in Illinois.

I drove home smiling the whole way, remember that classes like tonight were why I had loved college soooo much. I'm so glad to back in school!