Chances are pretty good that you’re familiar with Jules, over at the terrific blog, Go Jules Go. Odds are really good that you’re familiar with me and my blog, what with you reading this sentence and all. Also this one. And this one.
Et cetera.
Finally, there’s a decent chance that you have a fair amount of trouble telling the two of us apart, or have perhaps have suspected that we are actually the same person. Yes, I know you’re probably embarrassed to admit it, but don’t feel bad. It’s very difficult to tell us apart. Even we have trouble sometimes. To wit:
I mean, Bronson Pinchot, right? That’s pretty weird. Got to mean something, you’d think.
We’re both left-handed. We both live in states where it’s illegal to pump your own gas for no logical reason. We both recently thought about Bronson Pinchot within a few hours of each other. We’re both married to serious foodies. We both write humor blogs. We both like the actress Alison Pill, but for, um, different reasons. We both rarely get sick, yet got this horrible, horrible cold/flu hybrid death plague thing at the same time a few months back. We both have dogs who are in the running for “cutest on Earth.” Perhaps most tellingly? You’ve never seen us in the same place at the same time. No one has.
Only their mothers can tell them apart.
Are we each other’s doppelgangers? If so, what does that mean? Is there a card for that?
Regardless, we’ve become tough to tell apart. In fact, just the other day, someone wrote a comment on one of my posts to Jules, then added a second one saying “Oops! That comment was meant for Byronic Man.” Even in my comments people can’t tell us apart!
So, for your ease and convenience, and to avoid embarrassing mix-ups, Here’s a handy guide to telling Jules and I apart:
1. One of us loves Glee. One of us thinks it’s worse than syphilis. I forget who feels what, though.
2. We both occasionally post things we find on Facebook. If it looks kind of like this? 
You’ve probably got a Jules. If it’s more like this? Probably me.
By Erik Larsen, at Image Comics, San Francisco.
3. Facial hair: Jules’ has a moustache that is fake. I have stubble that is real. You may have to look closely. Here’s a hint: does the facial hair seem to be connected to eyeglasses? Probably Jules.
Or is that just me?
4. Jules gives away a lot of things, including cool, neon slap-bracelets because she’s nice, and generous, and community-minded. I have given away… well… nothing. Ever. Because I’m part Scottish, so I’m cheap, and also because I can’t think of anything good. The best I’ve been able to come up with for a giveaway is Byronic Man sheets, and then you’d be trying to fold the fitted one, and get all mad and roll it in a ball sputtering, “Stupid #&!!@%**, #%&!* Byronic $#&!**@ Man!” because fitted sheets have that effect on people.
5. Jules loves chipmunks dearly. I, well, chipmunks and I get along fine. I feel affinity for them, rarely call them squirrels, etc. We have nothing but positive things to say about each other. Love? I’m just not ready to go that far. So, Chipmunk love? Jules. Chipmunk cordiality and mutual respect? Byronic.
Um… shoot. I can’t think of anything else. There must be something else… Well, if she is my doppelganger, or we’re the bizarro versions of each other, then, hey, that worked out pretty well, I’d say.
The Byronic Man 
July 19, 2012 at 2:31 am
Nice post Jules, I mean Byronic Man. Who are you again?
July 19, 2012 at 8:09 am
I’ve started tattooing clues for myself on my body, a la Leonard in Memento, so I’ll get back to you.
July 19, 2012 at 2:57 am
That can happen a lot, that mistaken identity. I often get mistaken online for Professor Richard Wiseman the psychologist, Aside from our name the only thing we have in common is that he works at The University of Hertfordshire and I did my degree there. I suspect he secretly likes being mixed up with me because I’m better looking and I’m not bald and annoying. I had a hilarious comment on my blog saying ‘You’re Not Richard Wiseman! Who the hell are you?’ and another saying ‘Don’t click this link it’s a trap, it’s not Richard Wiseman; they’re trying to steal your details.’ I thought of responding to defend myself but I thought it would be like trying to convince a stubborn, persistent ageing and muddled relative at a family wedding that I wasn’t, for instance, Terry from the baker’s shop and no I wasn’t delivering their cream cakes – the correct response is to agree, say the cakes are in the kitchen and go home. Never argue with idiots, drunks or teachers, that’s what I say. If I was you when people mix you up with Jules, just go with it, but only as far as responding, don’t start dressing up or anything, like Josh did in that episode of Drake and Josh where Josh wears a dress as his alter ego for his agony aunt column.
July 19, 2012 at 7:33 am
I am still laughing at this comment.
July 19, 2012 at 10:25 am
Ditto, SJ!
July 19, 2012 at 7:58 am
Is this your subtle way of suggesting that I should stop asking you therapy questions?
I love that the thought isn’t “Oh, different Richard Wiseman” it’s “Thieves! Conspiracy! It’s a Trap!”
July 19, 2012 at 3:12 am
Well, me, this is clearly your best post yet. I don’t know how you do it, but I assume it has something to do with just the right amount of facial hair.
And the fitted sheets! Yes! We, I mean, I should bestow them upon S/He Who Can Fold Them. It would be akin to the sword in the stone, I think.
I had already forgotten about that comment where someone called you me (told you, swiss cheese head)! Obviously I have no choice but to assume you’re me.
I definitely got the better end of the deal here.
July 19, 2012 at 3:28 am
P.S. – Tell me that’s not a fitted sheet from when you were actually writing this post (I think I’ve seen that picture before?), because at about 11pm last night, I spilled Peppermeister’s iced tea ALL over the bed and had to take off the duvet (the fitted sheet’s evil twin) and put it in the wash. It was not my finest moment.
July 19, 2012 at 7:59 am
No, that’s just some random Internet pic.
July 19, 2012 at 8:00 am
And I forgot about the caramel! I may have to add that in, because I don’t know anyone else who doesn’t like caramel.
July 24, 2012 at 5:50 pm
I don’t like caramel. Are we triplets?
July 24, 2012 at 6:34 pm
Dana, you might be onto something.
July 19, 2012 at 3:35 am
you two make a great comedy team – enjoy both of your blogs equally but differently!
July 19, 2012 at 8:11 am
Well, excellent. Although what these “differences” are, I don’t know.
July 19, 2012 at 10:24 am
Excellent. Oh wait…I already said that.
I do [know the difference]. He’s the idea man. I do nothing and reap the rewards. I might have to bake him a german chocolate cake. (Oh, B! Prize-winning pie crusts! But you know what? Better you didn’t mention that. It could get ugly.)
July 19, 2012 at 3:36 am
you guys.. this makes so much sense. i never twigged that you are actually the same person before, but it all seems so clear now, i feel cheated!!
July 19, 2012 at 8:12 am
I/We get freshly pressed twice as often this way.
July 19, 2012 at 3:48 am
Oh, my gosh! I can barely tell the two of you apart! It’s really spooky. Wait. Were you the one in the house shoes or the kid hanging out with the tiger?
July 19, 2012 at 8:13 am
I’m the one who doesn’t wear side-ponytails.
July 19, 2012 at 4:30 am
Really?! There are similarities? I’ve got to start taking notes when I read. On the bright side, “more slap braceleted than before” – too funny!
July 19, 2012 at 5:34 am
Dave. I know. We have nothing in common. I mean, he thinks HE’S the edgy one.
Then again. We both hate caramel. So. Hard to say.
July 19, 2012 at 8:13 am
You haven’t been taking notes??! You’re going to be screwed on the test.
July 19, 2012 at 11:34 am
There’s a TEST??!!
July 19, 2012 at 1:58 pm
You didn’t know about the test??
And why are you in your underwear?
July 19, 2012 at 1:59 pm
Ohhh noooo….it’s happened again!!
July 19, 2012 at 4:39 am
Well, whoever wrote this made me laugh out loud. You guys are great. I actually got confused when I read the email notification about this post. I stopped everything I was doing (which consisted of watching tv, and I LOVE tv) to come and read this. And um, the adorable waving puppy hopes the name change is permanent. 😀
July 19, 2012 at 5:24 am
Oooh. Lily. Using your gravatar for evil. I mean good. See? He doesn’t have to be real to have real power! (And thank you, by the way!)
July 19, 2012 at 5:40 am
Mwahahahahaha {evil adorable puppy laugh}
😀 😀
July 19, 2012 at 8:16 am
Hmmm… so, confusion makes people read… That will come in handy for my upcoming “Purple Monkey Dishwasher” series.
July 19, 2012 at 8:22 am
Oh boy, could ya hurry up and post that already…! And um, I just have to say…the fact that someone as popular/hilarious as you has just followed my tiny little humble blog is totally awesome. Unless you accidentally clicked the follow button, ’cause I hear that happens sometimes… Oh boy. If so, this comment is totally embarrassing……….
July 19, 2012 at 10:54 am
How could I not follow a blog written by an adorable puppy, who’s also Puerto Rican?
July 19, 2012 at 10:56 am
😀 <–pretend that smiley face is a hundred times bigger
July 19, 2012 at 4:51 am
People fold fitted sheets?? i just normally angrily crumpeled them into a ball…
July 19, 2012 at 8:03 am
Apparently there are long, long, incredibly detailed videos available online on how to fold them. I used to try and then one day wadded it up and thought, “Well, this is much easier” and never looked back.
July 19, 2012 at 12:17 pm
I can’t be bothered. There are so many other things I could be using my time for. Like opening a web browser, staring at it, wondering why I opened it, writing post dated rent cheques, or even forcing myself to watch daytime televison.
July 19, 2012 at 5:10 am
There is nothing better than having a great writing relationship. I’m so glad you and your second husband… Wait. I’m so glad that you and your second wife have this cool synergy. I have it with my partner, El Farris. We bounce ideas off each other and talk on the phone way too much. Meanwhile, Byro. Have we ever seen pictures of your dog? Uncle Jesse is pretty cute. That said, I prefer Calvin & Hobbes to pictures of puppies. But there is a very good reaon for that which Jules can share with you OFFLINE. *wink* Unless she forgot. You should do a giveaway. Julie’s giveaways are the best. Plus, I love to win. You should just give me something right now. My victory is inevitable. In short, I adore you both; you complement each other beautifully. But Julie is easier to tweet. Just sayin’.
July 19, 2012 at 5:30 am
Wow, Renee! Thank you! To quote you from an earlier comment (ooh, don’t you love when people do that?) – you and El are a force to be reckoned with, too! I can’t wait to read your upcoming books. B and I won’t be talking on the phone any time soon because we’re the same person and also hate phones. And I suspect he is already regretting accepting my FB friendship, although how else would he see pugs in pug slippers?! I will fill him in, too. *wink* (B, did that wink work? That was one of your best questions of the week!)
July 19, 2012 at 8:17 am
How are you for sheets?
July 19, 2012 at 3:58 pm
The best writing partner ever. Right there ^ is Renee.
Hey, Byronic man– –>this woman<– needs sheets.
And hey, summer is harshing my mellow. My children are learning to play the bagpipes and they've been off their ADHD drugs for two days.
I might be moving North. Alone.
Jules, the only reason to quote from people's earlier comments is because you don't feel like writing a response lol.
Love to all.
July 19, 2012 at 4:21 pm
“Harshing my mellow”, “learning to play the bagpipes”; your grasp of street slang is so impressive to an old lady like me, El. Bravo! But what does the bagpipes thing mean, exactly?
July 19, 2012 at 9:41 pm
Smirk.
Well, darling Peg, the bagpipes story is a long one. Do you have your teacup in hand?
Many years ago, when I married Mr. Hell, my mom had one of her whiskey-induced “big ideas.” It involved bagpipes, my upcoming wedding, and a very tiny chapel.
I told mommie dear that this was not a good idea. We argued; she pouted, I avoided her . . . and I assumed it was “taken care of.”
Six months later, the minister pronounced us man and wife, and so help me God (giggling) I turned around and damned if there weren’t these braying, yowling, cat-screeching bagpipes rocking out the wee lil’ chapel. My husband held my hand very tight and I did everything in my power not to bring my hands to my ears to drown out the band of Scottish yowlers. Ahem, bagpipers.
To this day, when I read the word “kilt” or “bagpipe” I start to howl-giggle-blush, just like I did that hot summer afternoon October 4, 1997, when my mommie dearest won the bagpipe brouhaha.
July 20, 2012 at 8:07 am
Bagpipes in a small room is a consciousness-battering experience. There’s no volume knob on a bagpipe.
July 20, 2012 at 8:23 am
Wow. What a great surprise wedding gift for you…er…yeah.
July 20, 2012 at 8:24 am
Another . . . smirk!
July 19, 2012 at 5:19 am
Wait, which one of you is Bronson Pinchot?
July 19, 2012 at 5:31 am
You are a comedic genius.
July 19, 2012 at 8:18 am
I’m Risky Business Bronson Pinchot, she’s Beverly Hills Cop Bronson Pinchot.
July 19, 2012 at 5:35 am
Oooohhh, does this mean I have a second son? Another set of twins? Twice the laughter and stubble? I’m so happy!
July 19, 2012 at 5:38 am
Oh, and I even know the secret to folding fitted sheets. Intriguing, I know.
July 19, 2012 at 8:20 am
I’d have to see the fitted sheet folding to believe it. Probably twice – once, I’d assume was an anomaly.
And thanks for coming by! It’s nice to “meet” you! (you know what I mean). I feel like a foreign dignitary has come over. I should have cleaned.
July 19, 2012 at 10:15 am
I think Babs is going to print this and hang it on the fridge.
July 19, 2012 at 1:16 pm
You know if I could, I would. Print, that is. Royalty. I LIKE it! Unless by “foreign”, B. just means really weird.
July 19, 2012 at 5:57 am
Twinsies!! Oh, man. I mean, if Jules were to put on a red dress and B-man were to be wearing a toothpaste costume, complete with white painted face and lampshade hat, I think it would be near impossible to tell who was who.
Really, Jules, this was a great post. The similarities are eery!! I mean, WHO on earth ever even thinks about Balki any more, and for both of you to think of him at the same time? Yeah, there is some kind of cosmic mindmeld thing happening there.
Oh, and don’t you dare send me those mother#$%&ing sheets!!
July 19, 2012 at 6:14 am
I feel like I need to write in all caps – I can’t take ANY credit for this post and B Man’s awesomeness. Honestly. I feel like maybe I should send him the Crest costume as a thank you. He could sleep in that and never have to deal with fitted sheets again.
July 19, 2012 at 8:28 am
She gets a nice dress and I get a Crest costume. I might need a free drink or two thrown in for that bargain to fly…
July 19, 2012 at 10:14 am
No one drinks for free at Casa de Jules. Luckily, you’ve already paid the price with that picture. Not sure if we done got anything on tap, though, fancy man.
July 19, 2012 at 1:59 pm
So you’re saying I should lay off the Wal-Mart jokes?
July 19, 2012 at 6:13 am
can you write more points cos i am still not able to know which one is you…which one of you has 100 cars..and who hates vampires !
July 19, 2012 at 8:29 am
I’m not sure of Jules’ feelings about sparkly vampires. I’m afraid to ask…
July 19, 2012 at 10:10 am
Did someone say sparkly vampires? Do they have syphilis? Because that changes everything.
July 19, 2012 at 6:29 am
I’m glad you guys finally cleared this up.
July 19, 2012 at 8:32 am
Our long, international nightmare is finally over.
July 19, 2012 at 5:38 pm
Oh B! Do you know Rache? I can’t remember. Well. If not, I’ll be outing her awesomeness on my blog soon.
July 19, 2012 at 6:45 am
Thank you for clearing up any confusion on who is who. I confess to being the one who wrote a comment addressed to Jules that was intended for Byronic Man. I must have been thrown off by that warped humor you share. But the Calvin & Hobbes clue … that was the most telling. (I’m a fan of that comic and post it on my FB.)
Thank you to both of you for keeping us guessing … and laughing.
July 19, 2012 at 8:34 am
The real Calvin & Hobbes, or that tribute one here? Or both?
And your misdirected comment actually was totally reasonable in context.
July 20, 2012 at 9:24 am
I post the Calvin & Hobbes strip that is from their web site. The one you posted is very cute – but, also very sad because Hobbes feels ignored and unloved.
July 19, 2012 at 10:08 am
Thank YOU, Judy, from me. I mean him. I mean the one who just posted Family Circus.
Just kidding. Cats in hats.
July 19, 2012 at 6:56 am
It really is uncanny.
I was onto you guys when I noticed that both of your blogs would show up in my reader at the exact same time. And then to be FP on the same day. I mean, who does that?!
I think I’ll have to solve this mystery once and for all and invite you both here to my house for some lobstah and beer. Maybe then you can pull the ol’ Jack-Tripper’s-twin-brother-Austin trick.
July 19, 2012 at 7:00 am
Hey! No fair, Jules/B-man. I just went to leave a comment on your other blog and ‘comments are closed’??!! What kind of stunt are you pulling here? Well, I suppose I have to leave a message for Jules/B man here:
(ahem) I love your banner! It’s the best banner I’ve ever seen in my life. Please keep it up there all the time.
July 19, 2012 at 8:38 am
“Jules” and “Byronic Man” are actually fictional creations as part of this massive, long-term PR campaign for a Jekyll & Hyde/Fight Club book I’m writing about two humorists who turn out to be the same person, just alter-egos of each other.
July 19, 2012 at 10:06 am
Wow, this comment thread is chock full ‘o goodness. I might not have the strength to adequately reply without some lobstah and beer.
I kind of DO want to keep that banner up forever, Darla. The ‘stache glasses look so happy and dapper. I also want to steal “chipmunkier.”
I think B just called me a humorist. Which makes him a REALLY funny humorist.
July 19, 2012 at 10:58 am
Might I make a suggestion that you change your new business card to:
JuJuBees: Humorist Extraordinaire
July 19, 2012 at 10:40 am
That’s a brilliant mash up for a book! We should also mash up your names.
Maybe we can call you Julronic. Or Byrules.
July 19, 2012 at 10:56 am
I hereby declare that from this moment on, Jules and B-man shall be known simply as:
JuJuBees
Sorry, guys. You are my new Brangelina and TomKat.
July 19, 2012 at 10:58 am
Ooh, it’s like we’re a celebrity couple!
July 19, 2012 at 11:00 am
Just try to remember to sign a prenup. You may have to break up with yourself. I give it two years tops.
July 19, 2012 at 11:49 am
JuJuBees! I love it (although the actual candy is even worse than caramel).
I get the dogs, B. All of them. (Maybe I will let you have the Pop-Up Book of Phobias.)
July 19, 2012 at 2:16 pm
JuJuBees is brilliant, Darla! They always get stuck…in your brain.
July 19, 2012 at 5:36 pm
I plan on addressing both by JuJuBees now, so they may as well get used to it. (they are gonna rue the day they decided to join forces like this and take over WP, Peg…..)
July 19, 2012 at 12:00 pm
Wait, Jackie, I just saw this. Byrules! That’s pretty amazing, too.
July 19, 2012 at 12:03 pm
I love Byrules, Jackie!
July 19, 2012 at 10:59 am
Hey! I haven’t seen Fight Club yet! gah!! [frowning and stamping my feet]
July 19, 2012 at 7:20 am
I am so glad that you cleared that up? Hey Jules, uh, Byronic man.Nice post!
July 19, 2012 at 8:41 am
On behalf of either of us, thanks.
July 19, 2012 at 7:25 am
Just a couple of twins separated at birth and brought back together by the goodness of the blog world! Seriously, the similarities are uncanny…
July 19, 2012 at 8:42 am
It could be a Hallmark movie! Or Lifetime, if we throw in some abuse and philandering.
July 19, 2012 at 7:34 am
ILLEGAL TO PUMP YOUR OWN GAS? Like illegal, illegal? Like you’ll go to jail?
July 19, 2012 at 8:41 am
Isn’t that bizarre? It’s illegal, unless you have a motorcycle, then you have to pump your own gas. New Jersey and Oregon are the only two states where that’s the case. The Daily Show did a great story about it years back, interviewing the lobbyist whose job is trying to keep it illegal.
And, okay, you probably wouldn’t go to jail. You’d get some guy saying, “Dude. Dude. Dude, you can’t do that. Dude. Sorry, bro. Law.”
July 19, 2012 at 8:45 am
Wait wait wait…you CAN’T pump your own gas but motorcyclists HAVE to?
That’s racist.
July 19, 2012 at 9:17 am
I know, isn’t that weird? I’d like to think that there’s different laws for every form of vehicle. If it’s an RV then someone else at the gas station, who’s not an employee, has to fill your tank. If it’s a taxi then the attendant has to pour the gas in a bucket, then you empty the bucket in to the tank. Etc.
July 19, 2012 at 7:35 am
I really hope this was why you both thought of Bronson Pinchot.
July 19, 2012 at 7:35 am
Oh, or True Romance would also be acceptable.
July 19, 2012 at 8:47 am
He’s, seriously, the first thing I think of when I think of True Romance.
Here’s a great interview with Pinchot – he only talks briefly about True Romance, but it’s interesting. His thoughts on Risky Business, though? Solid gold.
http://www.avclub.com/articles/bronson-pinchot,34310/
July 19, 2012 at 9:14 am
Heh, the Risky Business stuff WAS awesome. Did you see a few days ago, there was a thread on reddit asking which celebrities need to just come out of the closet already and every. single. person said Tom Cruise. I was crying because I couldn’t stop laughing.
July 19, 2012 at 11:00 am
I love how artfully Pinchot doesn’t SAY it, in the interview, he just says, “You know, someone 20 years old, who continuously asserts he’s not something… I guess you have to draw your own conclusions.”
July 19, 2012 at 7:39 am
I feel your pain. I am often mistaken for Cary Grant. But since he died, that only happens when I’m asleep- which scares my wife.
July 19, 2012 at 8:49 am
Even dead I suspect Grant is more charming and handsome than half the men on Earth.
July 19, 2012 at 12:54 pm
Good point!
July 19, 2012 at 8:03 am
Hey, I have facial hair, too! There’s this one, lone long hair that keeps growing in below my chin – kinda gross. Triplets? Hmmm?
July 19, 2012 at 8:51 am
It can be a club! “The Hair Club For Bloggers.”
July 19, 2012 at 10:01 am
Can I have some for my fore(five)head? Jeezum Crow. (Darla! I can’t stop saying that lately!)
July 19, 2012 at 11:53 am
I’m thinking of starting up another blog just so I can put Jeezum Crow in the title. Doesn’t it feel so good when you say it, though? Almost like it’s a true swear.
July 19, 2012 at 12:01 pm
It’s better.
July 19, 2012 at 2:17 pm
Hey, I said Jeezum Crow in a comment on my blog today! It’s the phrase on everyone’s tongue! Not that anybody saw it. Since there’s this huge, honkin’ party over at JuJuBees…
July 19, 2012 at 5:45 pm
Jeezum crow is what all the cool kids are saying these days, for realz. It’s the shizzle.
July 19, 2012 at 5:38 pm
Haha! Ooooohhhweee! How did I miss this triplet-hair-on-chin comment?? Jeezum crow! Classic. (there are too many damn threads on this post, my head’s gonna explode!)
July 19, 2012 at 8:49 am
Well, gosh. Now I have another blog I’ve been meaning to get to that I must get to asap and try to catch up on and then not get back to nearly often enough because . . . well, you don’t care about that. Wait, why am I telling *you* this?
July 19, 2012 at 8:53 am
You know those dreams where you’re trying to pack, but can’t, or trying to pick up the mail (or papers, or something), but there’s too much and it keeps falling out of your hands, and the whole dream is trying to complete the task, but you just never can?
That’s how trying to stay caught up on reading & commenting as much as people’s blogs deserve feels, sometimes.
July 19, 2012 at 8:55 am
You get me. And, hey, I’m just reading on Go Jules Go that I missed your birthday. Happy birthday!
July 19, 2012 at 9:14 am
TOO LATE. *sniff*
July 19, 2012 at 9:17 am
This is why I don’t have friends.
I’ll catch you next year. . .
July 19, 2012 at 10:00 am
Thanks so much, Hippie, for the follow! Maybe I can send you a B-Man Birthday Save the Date magnet? Or B-Man can, for his first giveaway.
July 19, 2012 at 10:18 am
Or all of the above? I have trouble keeping up. Nice ‘stache!
July 19, 2012 at 11:01 am
How great would that be? A giveaway of magnets reminding people of my birthday, what kind of cake I like, gift ideas…
July 20, 2012 at 8:25 am
Hippie, you’re just first in line with best wishes for next year! (the glass is half full thinking, right?)
July 19, 2012 at 8:53 am
I find your facial hair more attractive, than Jules’, however, I covet her ‘stache glasses. I must find an equally quirky accessory of my own.
Great post. Now I have to go read Jules.
July 19, 2012 at 9:58 am
Wilma, I hope you haven’t entered the Go Byronic/Jules Go zone where you just bounce back and forth and can’t escape, because my post just sends you back here. Personally, I’d much rather be here, because otherwise I have to try to pick a winner for the July ‘stache glasses contest!
July 19, 2012 at 10:24 am
Wait! There’s a ‘stache glasses contest? I admit I’m new to your blog, but how do I get in on this?
July 19, 2012 at 10:26 am
Oh poop, Wilma. I could’ve sworn you entered. Unfortunately, it’s past the deadline, but I’m doing another one next month (around this time of the month, and there will be about a week to enter)!
July 19, 2012 at 11:23 am
Duly noted. I will stay tuned. I’m thinking I may need my own look though, maybe a bedazzled eye patch or something incorporating a unibrow.
July 19, 2012 at 4:59 pm
Hm, maybe I should work on marketing my “four days growth full beard glasses.”
July 19, 2012 at 8:57 am
I’m glad for this handy guide to telling the two of you apart, and also for the fact that there are the two of you. Like the old gum, this means double the pleasure, double the fun. But not in, y’know, dirty ways.
P.S. Jules, that link-up photo of you is fab!
July 19, 2012 at 9:55 am
Deb. Wait. Does that mean birthday cards with an adult man in a dress sitting on an 11-year-old’s lap are out?
Thanks! I think I look better when not sandwiched between Bronson-B Man splendor. Who can live up to that?
July 19, 2012 at 4:56 pm
Adult man sitting on 11-year-old girl’s lap = humorous.
11-year-old girl sitting on adult man’s lap = not so humorous.
July 19, 2012 at 4:57 pm
If there were any way, if Jules and I lived within 300 miles of each other, making a fake Doublemint commercial would be awesome. A lot of work for basically an inside joke, but totally worth it.
July 19, 2012 at 5:20 pm
Crud. Why did you have to say that?! It’s bad enough without knowing the commercial possibilities! And you know HOW to make a commercial, so much like this post, I wouldn’t even have to do anything but smile and nod.
July 19, 2012 at 10:03 am
I am utterly confused. Naturally, I love the new banner… but mostly I am confused. Why does Jules have lasers behind her head? And Byronic Man, is that your whole face? I had assumed the other half of your face had long blonde hair, and wore black glasses, and looked suspiciously like Jules…
July 19, 2012 at 10:50 am
Yesss. Thank you for asking about the lasers. When B Man said he wanted to do an ‘only their mothers can tell them apart’ side-by-side photo, it’s all I could think of. That was the background they used for my grade school pictures. I kind of wanted him to use this picture instead, though: http://thelaughingstork.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/01/LaserBackground-463×580.jpg
July 19, 2012 at 11:11 am
No way!!!!! Is that really B man? That photo is classic!
July 19, 2012 at 12:05 pm
If you’re asking about the photo I linked to in this comment thread… Oh, me, please, stop me from running with this for all it’s worth. Okay, since I’m also B-Man, I wouldn’t do that to myself.
It’s not him. (But it IS him on this post, next to me. I think his eyes are mocking my awesome lasers.)
July 19, 2012 at 12:26 pm
To be honest, I was a little bit jealous of the lasers. My mom would never let me do them. Now, in retrospect, I can see where they might not have been the best look for me. On you, however, they are stunning! (And on the anonymous catcuddlingdude, they are also awesome, but in an entirely different way. Also, the wordplay one could get from that picture… It’s almost too easy.)
July 19, 2012 at 4:52 pm
I was wondering how you’d handle that. The temptation there… oh, the temptation. Because then the more I denied it was me, the guiltier I’d look.
July 19, 2012 at 4:54 pm
I wondered where the laser backdrop came from! I thought it was maybe in the Photobooth program, as part of there “Weird backdrops” feature, but couldn’t find it.
July 19, 2012 at 5:16 pm
They really need to step up their game with Photobooth. (Oh, look at that. We both have Macs. Although that sounds obnoxious, right?) Thank chipmunks for Google Image search (“laser background” brings up all KINDS of gems. Like your other twin with the cat.)
July 19, 2012 at 4:53 pm
I’m going “Whole face” more and more these days. Phase 3 is “torso” (clothed).
July 19, 2012 at 10:37 am
The last I heard from Jules was when I told her I wanted to tongue-kiss her for a compliment she paid — and I’m not lesbian. I think that I scared her off. Can I offer *you* a tongue-kiss? I’m just playing fair.
July 19, 2012 at 10:47 am
No way! Don’t try to make me jealous, L! Although I have been SHAMEFULLY behind, I know. I wouldn’t blame you if you took your affections elsewhere…although if we’re the same person, I guess this all works out.
July 19, 2012 at 11:13 am
I think it’s kinda hot that I get “2 for 1” 🙂
July 19, 2012 at 4:52 pm
Sure, sounds good. If you see someone, and you think it might be me, tongue-kiss first, ask questions later.
July 20, 2012 at 9:02 am
Best policy, really. You can always apologize.
July 19, 2012 at 12:10 pm
I have mixed up Byronic Man with Good Greatsby! I think it happened because I was thanking Good Greatsby for winning his caption contest (and I compete in Byronic Man’s caption contests) when my email notification popped up with your (Good Greatstby.. I mean Byronic Man’s) name on it. I can see where people would mix Jules and Good Greatsby up!
July 19, 2012 at 4:50 pm
Uh-oh. Now Greatsby thinks I stole his caption contest idea. I didn’t! I swear! I stole the New Yorker’s caption contest idea!
Actually I just wanted to mix up the Question of the Week. I thought about giving a caption and people look for the best image, but thought that might be too labor intensive.
July 20, 2012 at 10:21 am
I believe you and have entered in that caption contest too!
That would be a lot of work for some.
I actually mentioned your name in the thank you! It was really embarrassing. I had to send a quick email to have him change it to the Good Greatsby! My problem is that I jump on my computer right after I wake up in the morning and often before I have had my rocket fuel cup of coffee… 🙂
July 19, 2012 at 2:00 pm
Jules’ mustache is fake? It’s like finding out that Santa Clause isn’t real! Umm, where do you stand on booze, Byronic man? Cause if you’re not a lush, then it will be super easy to tell you two apart.
July 20, 2012 at 5:18 am
Rian, that is an excellent point. I think. I’m still drunk from last night.
July 20, 2012 at 7:57 am
I’m Irish on my mother’s side, Scottish on my father’s, so… you know…
July 19, 2012 at 4:05 pm
Until I see you BOTH in a dress (maybe the same dress – not at the same time, though) Then I’ll believe you are twins.
I’m up for the lobstah and beer.
July 19, 2012 at 4:49 pm
I’m always up for lobstah & beer. I think Darla’s comment qualifies as offering to host a party.
July 19, 2012 at 5:12 pm
I’m in…
July 19, 2012 at 5:42 pm
C’mon ovah!! par-tee! par-tee! par-teeeee!
July 19, 2012 at 6:06 pm
I am totally crashing this party!!! I’ll bring some wine. 🙂
July 19, 2012 at 5:41 pm
I’m WAY confused. But, it sounds you guys got it figured out. 😉
July 20, 2012 at 5:45 am
I think so. He’s the old one. Heh.
July 20, 2012 at 7:59 am
Why, you insolent whipper-snapper! In my day we didn’t talk about bloggers that way! And we wrote our blogs by hand, with quill pens!
July 19, 2012 at 5:42 pm
You two are a regular Rowan and Martin. (You can Goggle it if you weren’t watching late night television in the early ’70’s).
July 19, 2012 at 9:55 pm
You bet your sweet bippy I know Rowan And Martin.
July 19, 2012 at 6:50 pm
I’m well versed in chipmunks and slap bracelets, but am new to all things byronic. Thanks B, errr Jules, errr B, for providing the secret decorder ring to keep you two straight.
July 20, 2012 at 5:24 am
Jessica, I hope you have time for another blog because B Man is like chipmunks and slap bracelets on crack, but, um, manlier? I feel oddly fulfilled whenever I find out I’ve sent people here. Well. I always thought I’d be an awesome greeter, like at The Gap. Maybe I can live that out here.
Thanks for coming! Did you know if you read one post, he gives you the second one for free?
July 20, 2012 at 8:33 am
With a deal like that, who could say no?
Jules, you would be a great greeter! I can just see you now, rocking the ‘stache glasses and slap bracelets, handing out vodka-soaked cherries and bacon chocolate, and introducing the world to all that is chipmunkery and poly-marital. I’m definitely glad you would high-class it at The Gap rather than Wal-Mart. I just knew you wouldn’t sell out for the blue vest. 😉
July 20, 2012 at 3:04 pm
I’m so glad I’m not the only one who has noticed your sameness! And the fact that I’ve never seen either of you in the same room with Bronson Pinchot is also mysterious. The only way we can clear this up now is if you were to both perform The Dance of Joy while wearing matching embroidered cummerbunds. Something to think about for your next collaboration post.
July 21, 2012 at 5:33 am
Ang, this is another wonderfully nostalgic and hilarious comment (and I’d expect no less), but all I can focus on is the spelling of cummerbunds, which I just recently learned. I can’t say that word without feeling like maybe I just had a stroke because how can that be right?
July 21, 2012 at 10:52 am
I love anyone who loves Jules.
July 21, 2012 at 6:23 pm
Nina! That’s funny. Because I love anyone who loves me, I mean, Byronic Man, I mean… er. I think this is all going to work out somehow.
But in all seriousness, thank you, and you won’t be disappointed. (Likewise, B.)
August 14, 2012 at 12:14 pm
I’ve never seen your whole face! Glad to know my Ouija board premonitions of a terrible childhood accident are completely untrue.