It’s time to wander down the meandering path of serendipity that The Nest likes to partake of every Wednesday. Here’s another blind stab at Random Image Inspiration! Now that The Randomator has tabulated the Super Tuesday results, it can do more important things like provide us with our numbers for this week…
24, 70, 21, 31
The 24th post in my Reader was this one by Randomator favorite River Girl…
The 70th word in that post is “someone’s”
The 21st word in that post is “society”
That seemed like trouble in the making, but it wound up being a case of deja vu all over again…
Putting “someone’s society” into Google Images brought this up as the 31st result…
And so, for the second straight week, the RII photo ends up being makeup…
As a guy, I am so glad I’m not expected to wear makeup…
Not that I couldn’t, mind you, but as a personal preference I’d rather not.
Of course…. there was that one time. No, I wasn’t preparing for my drag queen show at the local gay bar.
I’m no John Candy…
It was prior to the taping of my episode of Who Wants To Be A Millionaire 19 years ago. While I showed the nation how stupid I was at not being able to get into the Hot Seat, at least I looked absolutely fabulous while doing it. If you’ve never been treated to the goopy, toxic, utterly disgusting mixture that will make the skin on your face crawl called stage makeup….. well, you’re damned lucky. I still get the creeps thinking about that sludge being applied to my cheeks…
Eeeeeeeew! Someone get a fire hose!
Would you like to Kiss and makeup?
Sorry, Gene. No tongue until you lose the blood…
As hideous as Kiss’ glam rocker makeup looked… the 80’s proved why they put it on in the first place, as they’re some ass ugly dudes.
Perhaps we should consult a makeup specialist…
Hey kiddies! Time for a party in Uncle John Wayne’s crawlspace!
Clowns are creepy looking, but I don’t get why they frighten so many people. At least as long as they aren’t one of those Emmitt Kelly-like velvet paintings. My Granny and Grandpa had two of those damned things in their living room when I was a kid, and the one absolutely scared the living shit out of me…
It wasn’t this one… but it’s still pretty damn frightening.
Speaking of makeup nightmares…
That money Jim collected wasn’t going to God, it was going to Tammy Faye’s blind cosmetologist…
No post on cosmetics would be complete without my generation’s poster girl for completely overdoing the makeup, the one and only Tammy Faye Bakker. Apparently vanity wasn’t considered a sin in the Bakker televangelical mission. And I’m creeped out now that Jim Bakker, at least in that photo, looks like a guy that works down at my local McDonald’s.
And on the subject of lipstick…
What man doesn’t enjoy wearing lipstick…
It’s often been used as a device in Hollywood and in illustrations to show someone has been kissed. But geez, if you’re really leaving lipstick everywhere you put your damned mouth, you’re probably wearing too much, girl…
Hey, a Mecca earworm of the recent past! There is no makeup for your ear, unfortunately… unless you put a bling on it.
And I’m done talking about makeup now…
Well, I will be after I’m done showing off Tribal Ho Mitzi…
Evil Squirrel's Nest 
I’m not sure if I should be flattered or horrified by being the inspiration for this.
But at “someone’s society” are better words than you usually pull from my posts!
They were much better words, but I don’t know how they led to makeup. Google is even more random than I am…
I did a commercial for a software company about a dozen years ago. They did the whole makeup thing and while I hated the way it felt, I never looked better.
Garry refused to wear makeup (he just hated it) But, if it was really hot, they made him use powder so he wouldn’t glow. I don’t wear makeup at all anymore. It irritates my eyes and I hate having to clean it out of my skin. But I gotta tellya, a lot of TV people including reporters really love it.
I spent a year as a weather intern at a local TV station, and vividly remember the one on air meteorologist whipping out a little cosmetics kit and applying it like it was no big deal. I guess once you’re used to it…. but I just feel ick when anything like that is on my skin.
Google “someone’s society” and makeup comes up? That’s weird! I try to apply some makeup to try to camouflage how blotchy my skin is and to try to make my nearly nonexistent eyelashes appear to exist but it’s getting harder as my vision declines. Pretty soon I’ll look like Tammy Faye and I won’t even know it because I won’t be able to see myself in the mirror anymore!
Ack! I hope your vision doesn’t go too much that you can’t enjoy your backyard friends anymore. At the very least, I hope you don’t end up going full Tammy Faye and scaring them away!
I have to admit to wearing makeup mainly because if I don’t I have ZERO color in my face……monochrome face…..to avoid looking like I have passed away I HAVE to use some makeup. I hope and pray that I have enough sense not to overdo and look like someone who’s TRYING too hard!!!
Pam
Well, if you ever want to get some more permanent color in your face, Snuggle’s still got the body paint he used to turn Mitzi into a tribal ho. Hey, if you’re going to try too hard, you might as well make a fashion statement with it!
I wear makeup because I have to, I’m not twenty-something anymore and I don’t think scaring my coworkers (like Kermit does on a daily) is something I could stand. lol
Maybe a little throat punch plastic surgery would do her some good…
Maybe some piano wire and pliers would do her better….lol.
Goo…I think need to go wash my face after just looking at Tammy Faye.
With that much makeup, I think she’d need as SOS pad to remove it…
Palm sander would be my guess.
When performing in the various musicals I was in we had to be made up so that we wouldn’t look washed out and dull featured onstage under the lights, and so the folks in the back rows could see the powerful emotions we were expressing on our faces (yeah, we were all budding Laurence Oliviers and Meryl Streeps…ha!). But if you encountered us up close, you’d think that every production we did was “The Rocky Mountain Picture Show”…and yes, I have photographic evidence of this, safely locked up in a heavily guarded vault in a secret underground location. It’s me as fictional 50’s rock n’ roller Conrad Birdie but I look more like Boy George than Elvis..
that should read “Rocky HORROR Picture Show”, of course…I don’t think Dr. Frank N. Furter ever visited Colorado…
I like the Rocky Mountain Picture Show better. I’ll have to contract out to one of my secret squirrels to get access to those hidden photos…
That, of course, should read “Rocky HORROR”…I don’t think Dr. Frank N. Furter plied his trace in Colorado.
Mitzi’s looking good in neon!
Mitzi looks good in everything! But even better in nothing at all…
I’m laughing now but I know I’m going to have nightmares because of this post.
Tammy Faye Bakker spitting up fake blood…..