Thing One: I have this mild fascination with watching makeup reels and tiktoks. What I find particularly mind-blowing are the “side by side comparison of 2 makeup styles” ones in which they say things like “heavy makeup vs light makeup” and then on the ‘light makeup’ side of their face they put on more makeup than I have ever worn at once in my life.
I would genuinely love for somebody skilled at conturing makeup to do a full face on me once. It’d just be really interesting. But I absolutely cannot imagine doing any of that regularly at all. Or. At all. I mean, I once got dolled up for a book signing and had makeup and everything and when I took it off, my mother-in-law, in some relief, said, “Oh, there’s our Catie,” so, like…I don’t do much makeup at all, and…yeah. :)
(Also, I read a goddamn heartbreaking story a while back about a relatively young woman who had done the whole Full Face thing for years and then the pandemic hit and she gradually stopped and became comfortable with her own actual face and flaws and had an extra couple hours in her day, and her BOYFRIEND COMPLAINED ABOUT IT. So she told him she’d go back to doing the whole full face thing if he’d learn how to apply it and do her makeup for her, which, if you can imagine, really got up his nose. I hope she dumped the SOB.)
Thing Two, which segues nicely from Thing One: Me: we’re going to Dublin tomorrow to get modeling headshots done for Young Indiana (my son)
My friend: oooh, and you too? you need a professional headshot
Me: IDK, i’d have to bother with makeup
Friend: …you remain extremely Alaskan. 200km for photographs is no problem but MAKEUP is a barrier?
Thing Three: One of my dream features is that I cannot remember number sequences. I dreamed a friend needed to memorize a phone number. I was trying to help. The only number I COULD remember was (wait for it) 867-5309, which I KNEW wasn’t what she needed, but it was the ONLY meaningful sequence I could offer.
At least I woke up with the knowledge that there is one number I can remember in a hallucinatory state, and that if I’m ever kidnapped and hypnotized for the nuclear codes, unless those codes will also call Jenny, the world is a safer place than it was yesterday. :grins:
Thing Four: My dad asked if we had reservations for our dinner in Dublin, because my husband and I were going out to celebrate his getting his Irish citizenship. Ted said yes, and I said to him, “I think I forgot to get us assigned seats.”
He said he was sure it would be fine. My son and Dad were like, “assigned seats at the restaurant?!?!?” and we were like, “no, we’re talking about the seats on the train.”
Indy said, “I MISSED THE CHANGE OF SUBJECT, GUYS,” and Dad said “that’s because there wasn’t one! They just seem to know what the other one is talking about without using any words!”
Indy said, “They’ve got a real life skip dialogue function!”
So we spent the rest of the day and indeed week laughing about that.
Thing Five: There were a couple guys at my workspace bantering, and I present their conversation verbatim, although my own increasing giggling is omitted:
Paul: Did you go to the thing?
John: No I was in Dublin. (a pause, then, a little dramatically) Did you not read my texts?
Paul: no no of course I did, i’ve an index file of them that i keep track of everything you’re doing
John: I’ve a shrine in my closet to you
Paul: I’ve two shrines
John: This is getting a little weird, and we’re talking about it out loud in public. (another brief pause) Would you like to go into the back room?
Paul: I was thinking the shower.
At that point I lost it, and they couldn’t figure out how to escalate without actually going to the shower, so thus ends the transcript. :D