Apparently, I bear a passing resemblance to Russel Crowe. I'm told. By a lot of people. Random people. And while some people absolutely don't see it and think I'm making this up (including my wife-to-be), I'm still approached on a routine basis by people who ask if anyone has ever told me that I look like... well, you get the point.
The first ever instance was at summer camp in 2000. I was a counselor, and for one of the weeks my nickname was "Russel," care of a gaggle of 10-year-old girls (do 10-year-old girls travel in gaggles? They should).
So, I suppose I should have started this a long time ago. Off the top of my head, I've been approached by a random stranger over the whole Russel thing at Guitar Center, probably a dozen times at each of the Walgreens I've worked at, and even my sister sort of freaked out while she and I were watching Gladiator a few years ago. It's too late for an exhaustive count, but you have to start somewhere. So as of May 2008, I was told I look like Russel Crowe by 1 person.
This was a line-cook at the Chipotle next to the Dierbergs at Olive and New Ballas, about a week and a half ago.
So now we can watch the number slowly climb, maybe as high as five or ten by the end of the year (plus the hundred-odd that came before).
Yeah, whatever.
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