Debbie suggested that we head over to www.myheritage.com and see which celebrity we most resemble. No...you don't get to pick out the celebrity of your choice. That would be cheating. You have to submit a picture of yourself. Close-up and full frontal (just the face, you pervs). Then is spits out a bunch of candidates based on an analysis of your bone structure, etc. I sent this one.
Please exucse the 32 oz of water I seemed to be storing in my face that day.
There were two similar pics I submitted, but the results were mostly the same. Most of the celebrities I seem to resemble are men. Some I've never even heard of and many of them are European. Among the biggies I do recognize are Candace Bergen (and I hope I do look that good when I get older), Claudia Schiffer (What? Because we both have German ancestry?) and Bebe Neuwirth (I'm a terrible dancer and I don't look so good in fishnet hose). The men? Michael Palin (of Monty Python), Gene Wilder, Harry Houdini, Oscar Wilde, Ben Stiller and Harold Ramis. (Okay....I get it...my nose isn't exactly a small one) The real insult here? Their "experts" say I also look like French actor Gerard Depardieu. Just great...that's the best news I've had all day. You'll excuse me while I find something sharp to plunge into my eyes.
I'd like to make a general complaint to the TLC channel regarding the lack of fresh episodes of "Trading Spaces" as well as the re-runs thereof. I need to see Frank painting a wall and Laurie sewing new slipcovers and even Hildi's self-involved ideas about what makes a good room. I love the paint reveal where the lids of the paint cans are opened and all the colors like magenta and turquoise and pumpkin and sage get brushed onto the old wall with a new brush. I love Carpentry World and the lumber that gets fashioned into new tables and shelves. It's instant gratification. It's control over your immediate world in one hour. It's the promise of a new start. And I can't get enough. I couldn't care less about the Chop-Shop/ Pimp My Ride shows. I don't care if Clinton and Stacy convert one hundred old hippies into Hilfiger-wearing Prep Heads on "What Not To Wear". And I've never tuned into the Clean Sweep people who come in and tell a person or a family that they've accumulated WAY TOO MUCH CRAP in their garage and some stuff is gonna have to go. Don't care. Nope. Not a bit. Just give me a naked room, some paint, fabric, wood, a designer and a carpenter...and I'll go quietly.
What show is your guilty pleasure?