Archives for category: and now for something completely superficial

I am not going to do a post about recent events in Newtown, CT. In my heart I feel something similar to what President Obama said during his address. No words that I could come up with could ever truly honor the pain and suffering surrounding what happened. Yesterday morning I saw a man on TV pray about it. My stomach was sick as I fought off the urge to burst into tears.

Instead, I’m going to talk about other things.

I have podcast episodes that I should be recording.

I have blog ideas…Something heavy came to my attention the other day on Twitter. I have an odd perspective on it that I’d like to share.

As for today’s post, I know that women visit my site. I figure some of you would appreciate a fun fact.

In 2013, I intend to have a new life. One phase of my plan involves going back to school.

I’ll discuss what I am going to study down the road once I’ve been accepted.

In the meantime, I’m in the process of trying to take better care of myself. I have been considering my appearance. Somehow I’ve started working on a skincare routine. And of all the things in the world, the other day I decided that I should know how to put on a decent “face”. Beyond the odd venture into cosmetics, I’ve gotten the idea that I ought to make a consistent effort.

Christmas cards and gifts be damned.* Somehow, the other day, I set aside some money to hook myself up.

For foundation, my drug of choice is MAC.

Their products may be expensive, but there’s a method to my madness…

Whenever I try drugstore makeup I end up disappointed. Certain lines attempt to incorporate darker shades into their repertoire. Yet I think they do an awful job. And honestly? Brown #1 and Brown #2 are often either too light or too dark for my complexion.

Interestingly enough, this lack of variety isn’t a secret. I nearly high-fived a salesperson the other day when she recognized that one type of foundation, “…made [my] skin look ashy.”

But I digress…

MAC matches me almost perfectly.

And if, like me, you’ve got a casual relationship with makeup, you might want to pay attention to the useful part of this post:

MAC’s Studio Fix shades are numbered. However between their liquids and powders, their numbers do not match.

Let’s look at a picture, shall we?:

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On the left is a bottle of Studio Fix Fluid. The shade is NW 43.

The other night I was looking at MAC’s web site. I wanted to replace my bottle. (Although it doesn’t look like it, it’s empty.) However, I had decided to return to my first love–Studio Fix Powder.

I almost purchased it. Yet something inside told me to check it out in person.

The next morning my mother went on a shopping trip. I joined her.

Here’s where things got interesting.

I made a beeline for the MAC counter at The Bay. (If you haven’t been to a MAC kiosk, they have testers available for all of their products.)

Immediately I rifled through the Studio Fix compacts. I grabbed one marked NW 43 and asked for a mini-sponge and mirror.

The second after I started blotting my skin, I was confused. That’s when the salesgirl schooled me in The Ways of The MAC.

“Powder shades are darker than [their] liquid [counterparts].”

At that point, she sprang into action.

The shade you see above on the right is C8.

Which leaves me with some questions.

I don’t know what MAC’s logic is. Wouldn’t it make more sense to have their product codes correspond across the board?

And if the powder and liquid are different shades, shouldn’t they have different numbers?

Perhaps MAC has some sort of master plan. But I fail to see it.

And now, pardon me. I have to go practice doing my eyeshadow… ;)

*The other day at the mall I thought about how selfish/broke/introverted I am. I try to remember to give to others. Yet as soon as I get some money, my first thought is about how I can use it to get something that I think I need.

Are you ready?

I’m hyped and I haven’t even seen Season 2.

So the other night I was looking at an episode of Castle. I couldn’t help notice that it ended with what sounded like a…William Shatner song.

Dork that I am, I ran to iTunes. Little did I know the REAL treat that awaited me. Check out the screen shot:



There’s something about good old-fashioned, bad-ass rock ‘n roll.

I don’t care how broke I am. I don’t care if I have to purchase their work track by track, month by month, ’til I’m 50. Just knowing that AC/DC’s work is now available for download is enough to make me smile.

As a substitute teacher, the one thing I hate is messing up students’ names. But man…This video turns the mispronunciation game on its head.

There’s a bit of NSFW language here folks…Still…Enjoy!!

Tired of being a stranger in my hometown, I’ve decided that I need to get out and about more often. Because I’m still working on getting my (full) license, this is bound to be a bit of a challenge. However it’s not impossible. I can walk to most of the places I want to visit.

Take the local fair. I went last Saturday. It was a gorgeous day.

Here, you should be careful when I say “gorgeous”. Mainly because by “gorgeous”, I mean incredibly hot. (I can’t remember the actual temperature. But the “feels like” was listed as 32 degrees Celsius. In Fahrenheit, that’s 89.6.)

As an aside I can tell you that I’m looking forward to autumn weather. Say, October or so. The sunny skies of summer are enticing. But as soon as I step out the door I wonder what in tarnation I was thinking and wind up thanking The Good Lord for air conditioning.

*ahem*

But where was I…?

Ah yes. The fair.

I went alone. As usual, the pluses and minuses of going somewhere by myself were the same. On one hand, I had no default person to talk to. On the other, I could come and go as I pleased.

And go I did. I’m guessing for two to three hours, tops. And at least one of those hours was spent in a tent. There was a wildlife show. But I headed there early, in an attempt to escape the weather.

Once the program began I took a few photos and shot a bit of video. However both before and after the main event, I caught some of the performers in their downtime. Most notably there was this adorable fox.

And this tiger never made it to the stage.

But I can blame him (her?). In that heat, I wouldn’t have wanted to perform either.

And this

is a baby python. The woman in front of me kept daring her daughter/niece/teenage companion to touch it. Eventually she obliged.(That’s her hand, by the way.) I followed suit just after I took the above photo. I’ve never shied away from snakes. I actually think they’re fascinating.

As for the rest of the fair, after I left the animal tent, I began a quest. It ended shortly after I found this sign:

I ended my stay with the consummate amusement park treat.

Can you believe I brought this home with me?

It’s an amusement park classic. Funnel cake With berries AND ice cream AND whipped cream on top.

Yes, I know I shouldn’t have. Surprisingly enough, I’m not sorry.

That little monster’s been on one of our local mailboxes for months.

I still haven’t seen The Avengers. But this video makes me wish I had.

I notice that a lot of my guilty pleasures involve people with accents.

My latest love is Downton Abbey.

I don’t even mind that I’m 2+ years late. (I don’t have cable.)

But over the last year or so, I couldn’t help notice something. There was this gaggle of British people that kept winning awards…Mainly for a show that I thought had this song’s title in its name.

However, alas, it’s not “DownTOWN”. It’s pronounced “Down-t’n”.

A few weeks ago I downloaded the first episode free via iTunes. I was hooked immediately and thought, “Where is the rest of this show? I must see it. NOW!!”

Thankfully, the other day I got hands on the first season through my local library. I look forward to seeing more.

And of course, our favorite fascist has something to say…

HT – Toronto Life magazine

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