There have been three so far today: Finnish cheese, a Sampo ballet, and certain delicate masculine concerns in Icelandic sagas. This is more of a pattern than I usually get, really.
My favorite example of this came a few years back, when my friend Ben forgot to expand on his thought process. I got a link to an article about Gila monsters whose owner had died, and they had eaten his corpse. And the e-mail had the link in it, and said, "Thought of you. --Ben." It turns out he had read this article and thought, "They only wanted to grok him in fullness," and had figured that I was one of a small number of his friends who could be counted upon to get the reference. But he didn't say that. He didn't even say the grokking bit. Just the corpse-eating lizards and that he thought of me. I was muchly amused.
What has made people think of you? Were you flattered, or did you wish it hadn't?
Also, nobody ever says to me, "You look so much like so-and-so!" (Unless so-and-so is my mom. Then they say it a lot.) Do you look like everybody's college roommate's first sweetheart? Do you remind people of that one person they used to work with, you know, Wossname? Or do you apparently just look like you?