my name is Luca. I work on the 2nd floor. I work upstairs from you, I know you've seen me before...

Are you that young boy, without a name, anywhere I'd know your face?

Sorry guys, I think this is the ghost that lives in our attic. Looks like she's found a unlocked terminal somewhere. I'll try to track it down.

And don't believe that crap about seeing you before. She says that to *everybody*.

`And don't believe that crap about seeing you before. She says that to *everybody*.'

Given that this thread isn't going anywhere, I'm going to segue: Anyone else have an apparently generic appearance? I have had countless people tell me that they know me, or recognize me from somewhere. I assure them that they have never seen me before, and they give me that knowing look like I'm evading their identification. I have this happen regularly, and regularly avoid people when I know they're incoming to ask me where they know me from. I think I have a universally non-descript appearance of the base profile that people remember about everyone.

That is all.

I walked into the door again. Well, if you ask that's what I'll say. And it's not your business anyway. I guess I'd like to be alone.

With nothing broken, nothing thrown.

Yes, Dennis, I get that too.

I must also have one of those faces that people recognize as having seen elsewhere. Or maybe that's just some people's way of opening a conversation, I don't know.

I might say, at my company there are three different "Allan L"s -- different spellings of "Alan" each time. We're forever getting each other's mail.

I haven't had that happen to me; but sometimes people will ask me if I'm Dennis Forbes.

Philo

tom's diner = one of my favourites...

I am sitting
In the morning
At the diner
On the corner

I am waiting
At the counter
For the man
To pour the coffee

And he fills it
Only halfway
And before
I even argue

He is looking
Out the window
At somebody
Coming in

"It is always
Nice to see you"
Says the man
Behind the counter

To the woman
Who has come in
She is shaking
Her umbrella

And I look
The other way
As they are kissing
Their hellos

I'm pretending
Not to see them
And Instead
I pour the milk

I open
Up the paper
There's a story
Of an actor

Who had died
While he was drinking
He was no one
I had heard of

And I'm turning
To the horoscope
And looking
For the funnies

When I'm feeling
Someone watching me
And so
I raise my head

There's a woman
On the outside
Looking inside
Does she see me?

No she does not
Really see me
Cause she sees
Her own reflection

And I'm trying
Not to notice
That she's hitching
Up her skirt

And while she's
Straightening her stockings
Her hair
Is getting wet

Oh, this rain
It will continue
Through the morning
As I'm listening

To the bells
Of the cathedral
I am thinking
Of your voice...

And of the midnight picnic
Once upon a time
Before the rain began...

I finish up my coffee
It's time to catch the train

Today I am
A small blue thing
Like a marble
Or an eye.

+1 Dennis. Which of the 12 standard bodies were you issued with?

Apparently I have a twin getting around. A few years ago a girl I had been seeing for about three months (so she was very familiar with my appearance) was down the local shopping centre, and saw someone she thought was me. He walked right by her, and sat down with a lady and children. Next time I saw her (that afternoon) she blew the crap out of me for ignoring her and started asking me about this other woman; it took ages to convince her that it wasn't me.

Be daddy's good girl, and don't tell mommy a thing
Be a good little boy, and you'll get a new toy
Tell grandma you fell off the swing

" it took ages to convince her that it wasn't me."

posting here about it is a nice backup plan. to get the best outcome, make sure she sees your post 'accidentally'.

cheating bastard.

I got a friend whose goal in life
Was to one day go down on Madonna
That's all he wanted
That was all
To one day go down on Madonna
And when my friend was thirty-four
He got his wish in Rome one night
He got to go down on Madonna
In Rome one night in some hotel
And ever since he's been depressed
'Cause life is shit from here on in
And all our friends just shake their heads
And say, "Too soon, too soon, too soon,
He went down on Madonna too soon
Too young, too young, too soon, too soon"

-Dan Bern

I work with a guy called Luca and we work on the second floor.

Spooky eh!

But he doesn't come in with black eyes and stuff (and of course he's a man).

Thanks, Philo! I'm trying to get some work done, but now, all I can do is sit here preoccupied with how tasty Rome must have been for Dan Bern's friend. D'oh!

Did Danno have it w/ or w/o tabasco (sp?) sauce? Or w/wine, perhaps? Or maybe (chocolate) syrup? Or whipped cream? Or some combination thereof?

Heaven forbid Wisea**! The natural, musky essence and bouquet must never be obscured or augmented in any way. This of which you speak is sacrilege. Let us never speak of it again.

LOL! A thousand pardons, Godless Visigoth.