Kiss My Knits!

Nine times out of ten, when I see somebody on TV, I’m very good with identifying exactly who the “Hey! It’s That Guy!” is and what he or she has been in before. I’m very proud of my encyclopedic knowledge of bit players and character actors. But this one was driving me nuts for months.

The hubby and I have been watching Farscape. The star of the show is Ben Browder.

He just seemed so familiar, but I couldn’t put my finger on it. I would think to myself, ‘he looks like the kind of a guy who would say things like “rubbin’ is racin’.”‘ The more upset his character got, the more familiar and Southern his accent would get. So finally, I had to look him up on the internet.

Turns out he spent his formative years in my hometown, Charlotte, NC. Went to high school about five miles from here (although it wasn’t my high school) and went to Furman University nearby, too. (I may be remembering wrong, but I think I even got a tiny (like $750) scholarship to that college, but after touring it, I realized it wasn’t for me, what with the total lack of non-white students. During the tour, all I knew was that something was seriously creeping me out until I realized what was wrong with this picture. In fairness to the university, when I asked them about it during the Q&A, they did say they were trying to up recruitment.) Aaaaanywho, the point is, he’s a local, and his educational background tells me he was probably reasonably well-off, fairly educated, but still had a streak of “good-old-boy” in him. I think I was spot on with “rubbin’ is racin'” since apparently his brother Neil is a NASCAR driver. So those personality traits, plus blue eyes, brown hair, athletic, good looking… hey! He’s exactly like my old friend Larkin! (Sorry, buddy, only substantive link I could find.)

And that was it. He reminds me to a remarkable degree of a guy I went to school with from the time we were eleven years old up until college graduation. We went to each others’ weddings, and we still keep in touch.

Finally, I can relax. It was making me nuts. I hate those little niggling things in the back of my brain, don’t you?

Also: Tim-Tam Sam, I’m doing your second earflap now.