Now that we have a nice media/game room and a big screen TV, we watch more movies together. We also belong to Netflix because it really is so darned convenient and we only have time to watch 2 movies a month - so it works out pretty well.
After a personal disaster with Mr Bean's Holiday (no one told me there are few words and Mr Bean doesn't talk) during which I had to go upstairs and find a chore to do or something, we rented The Game Plan (hunky Dwayne "The Rock" Johnson plays football dad to cutesy pie Peyton) and we all loved that one. Even Myron stayed awake for the entire movie and we all laughed out loud. And just this weekend we rented Hairspray. A little more sophisticated for Mac and Juice, but overall fun nonetheless. Only a couple of places required explanation ("Kiss My Ass" was one and the background explaining racial integration was another), but the message was good and John Travolta was HI-larious!
So there you have it for what it's worth. Some good rentals if you haven't seen them yet.
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Monday, February 18, 2008
Wednesday, November 21, 2007
The Magic of Airbrushing
My sister-in-law Alicia had a great comment about Dana Delaney (see earlier post and comments). Alicia is the one with the really great sense of humor in our circle of sisters. And she makes a great point that we all would look great if only we had someone to airbrush our pictures.
I can never see those things right off the bat. I usually take things for what they appear to be which makes me what they call gullible much of the time. And my memory isn't always that great, so I forget things a lot. Not a good combination!
But I do remember an airbrush-like picture of me, a long time ago. Mid eighties ... big hair ... shoulder pads ... Can you say "Glamour Shots"?
I was President of Seattle Ad2, the junior club of the Seattle Advertising Federation and President-Elect of the National Club, trying to make a name for myself. Being in advertising, there were lots of opportunities for publicity and I was getting some press. I needed a head shot. I've never been fond of taking my picture, but I valiantly headed with a few wardrobe changes to the local mall Glamor Shots place. I have also never been one to know much about hair and makeup until recently, so when I sat down in the chair and started the process, I was much too overwhelmed and undereducated to really know what was happening. I just went with the flow. So on went lots of makeup that looked clownish in the light of day but I was told that it would look great on film. And my hair was curled, teased, primped, poofed and probably massively sprayed in place. First set of shots - business suit - for the press. Second shot - the hottie shot in black leather jacket - for nothing in particular at the time, but everyone was doing a hottie shot, so I figured I needed one, too.
When I got the pictures back a few weeks later, I was pleasantly surprised. They actually looked good. Nothing like me, but a close enough resemblance that I felt I could send the business shots out with press releases.
My friend Carrie has also been my hair stylist since our college/beauty school days and at the time, I had way better hair. A few months or years after these pictures were taken, I wanted her to make my hair look like it did in those pictures. Well, remember what I said about the memory thing? After wiping tears of laughter from her eyes and practically doofing me on the head, she had to remind me that they attached a piece of cardboard to the back of my head with hundreds of bobby pins to make it look that way! Duh! Airbrushing the non-technical way. I had totally forgotten that.
A few years later, in between boyfriends, I thought it would be interesting to look for a date in the personals in the Seattle Weekly. I only ever responded to two ads. The first one wanted to meet at the bar at Denny's (first clue right, but re-read above re: gullible) and I ended up buying my own disgusting wine and his too. I couldn't get out of there fast enough. To the second guy, I decided it would be a good idea to send a picture - just to secure the date. I also thought it would be a good idea to send the black leather glam shot (taken a few years earlier mind you). I got the date in a few hours flat, but imagine his surprise and mine when he showed up expecting to see hot-babe-in-leather-with-really-fab-hair-and-makeup and me realizing that I pulled off my first ever bait-and-switch inadvertently. There I was ... flat-haired, minimal makeup, a few pounds heavier, no black leather (but likely black spandex pants which I wore for many years almost uniform-like) ... very unglamorous but totally me and I had to laugh. I never wondered why he didn't call back!
I'm sure Dana Delaney really does have a great body and loooks really good for 51, but Alicia, you are right girl - if she sends those pictures to get a date, someone will probably be surprised!
PS I'm looking around the house to see if I can find that picture. If I do I'll scan it and add it to a post.
I can never see those things right off the bat. I usually take things for what they appear to be which makes me what they call gullible much of the time. And my memory isn't always that great, so I forget things a lot. Not a good combination!
But I do remember an airbrush-like picture of me, a long time ago. Mid eighties ... big hair ... shoulder pads ... Can you say "Glamour Shots"?
I was President of Seattle Ad2, the junior club of the Seattle Advertising Federation and President-Elect of the National Club, trying to make a name for myself. Being in advertising, there were lots of opportunities for publicity and I was getting some press. I needed a head shot. I've never been fond of taking my picture, but I valiantly headed with a few wardrobe changes to the local mall Glamor Shots place. I have also never been one to know much about hair and makeup until recently, so when I sat down in the chair and started the process, I was much too overwhelmed and undereducated to really know what was happening. I just went with the flow. So on went lots of makeup that looked clownish in the light of day but I was told that it would look great on film. And my hair was curled, teased, primped, poofed and probably massively sprayed in place. First set of shots - business suit - for the press. Second shot - the hottie shot in black leather jacket - for nothing in particular at the time, but everyone was doing a hottie shot, so I figured I needed one, too.
When I got the pictures back a few weeks later, I was pleasantly surprised. They actually looked good. Nothing like me, but a close enough resemblance that I felt I could send the business shots out with press releases.
My friend Carrie has also been my hair stylist since our college/beauty school days and at the time, I had way better hair. A few months or years after these pictures were taken, I wanted her to make my hair look like it did in those pictures. Well, remember what I said about the memory thing? After wiping tears of laughter from her eyes and practically doofing me on the head, she had to remind me that they attached a piece of cardboard to the back of my head with hundreds of bobby pins to make it look that way! Duh! Airbrushing the non-technical way. I had totally forgotten that.
A few years later, in between boyfriends, I thought it would be interesting to look for a date in the personals in the Seattle Weekly. I only ever responded to two ads. The first one wanted to meet at the bar at Denny's (first clue right, but re-read above re: gullible) and I ended up buying my own disgusting wine and his too. I couldn't get out of there fast enough. To the second guy, I decided it would be a good idea to send a picture - just to secure the date. I also thought it would be a good idea to send the black leather glam shot (taken a few years earlier mind you). I got the date in a few hours flat, but imagine his surprise and mine when he showed up expecting to see hot-babe-in-leather-with-really-fab-hair-and-makeup and me realizing that I pulled off my first ever bait-and-switch inadvertently. There I was ... flat-haired, minimal makeup, a few pounds heavier, no black leather (but likely black spandex pants which I wore for many years almost uniform-like) ... very unglamorous but totally me and I had to laugh. I never wondered why he didn't call back!
I'm sure Dana Delaney really does have a great body and loooks really good for 51, but Alicia, you are right girl - if she sends those pictures to get a date, someone will probably be surprised!
PS I'm looking around the house to see if I can find that picture. If I do I'll scan it and add it to a post.
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