Back in November, at the beginning of the WGA Strike, I was mistaken for Juno screenwriter Diablo Cody.
A couple of weeks ago, my friend Kate Coe at Mediabistro's Fishbowl-LA alerted me to a blog written by an aspiring screenwriter named Rodney. Rodney, although not a member of the WGA, has been out on the picket lines supporting us. Rodney also has nine things in common with Diablo Cody.
Rodney has been trying to get in touch with Diablo, presumably to share those nine things. Rodney also has started to picket at NBC - the same place where I picket.
Today I showed up wearing something akin to the outfit I'm wearing in the picture above. I arrived at the corner of Alameda and Olive when my friend Tomàs grabbed me.
That guy over there is obsessed with Diablo Cody, he told me.
Is that the guy with the blog? I asked. Because that guy is cra--
Before I could finish, Tomàs exclaimed I can't believe it about your Oscar Nomination! You're so young! And to think you used to be a stripper.
Without missing a beat, I answered. I know, but it's weird since they mention the stripper thing so much I always feel like everyone's trying to picture me naked.
The man made a beeline for me - so quickly, in fact, that I was convinced that I was about to be stabbed. Those fleeting moments weren't about my husband or my dog, but the fact that I was about to be stabbed because this guy thought I was someone else.
Dammit, I want to get stabbed on my own merits.
He stuck out his hand. I'm Rodney, Diablo, I've been trying to get a hold of you, I sent you a message through MySpace.
He oozed insane but I felt terrible. Plus I didn't want to get stabbed. I'm sorry, I told him, it's a joke everyone plays on me when I show up. People think I look like Diablo Cody, but I'm Nina. I stuck out my hand for him to shake.
Oh, he said, well, you look like her. Are you a writer?
I am, I wrote for 17 episodes of Lizzie McGuire, as well as a bunch of animation, I told him.
Oh, I bet you're nice like her.
Um, thanks? Well, good luck with your quest--
I have nine things in common with her, he continued. D'you know we're both from Minnesota?
Actually I'm pretty sure she's from Illinois, she grew up not far from where I grew up, I told him. So it's really more like eight things.
At this point Tomàs and our friends Patty and Arturo took a couple of photos* and dragged me to safety.
Diablo, I rode the crazy train as your amateur lookalike for you this time. But next time, doll, you're on your own!