I like this weird vintage Maidenform ad

I like this ad. I... don't really get it, but I like it. It's pretty and graphically bold, dynamic, interesting. But I don't know what they're trying to say here. Why would anyone use something that likens to in-your-underwear-in-public stress dreams to sell things? What is it supposed to mean that she's a "designing woman" (always hated that term) in her Maidenform bra? Is it... wish fulfillment? And the bra is the cause of it... somehow? I don't get it at all. Can someone explain this pretty but utterly bemusing vintage ad?

... Oh, my God! There are dozens of them! Some are about dreaming how pretty you are in your Maidenform, which makes sense to me, but others are of the same stripe as the one up top!

Is Maidenform supposed to, like, make all your dreams come true? At least... in your dreams? Wow, what a bra!

Rubber... dalek?

What in the hell do you think this thing is?

I found this near the printer in my office today. It's a little hollow, cup-like thing made of rubber and covered with little nubbly bumps all over it. It fits over your finger. It's like a big rubber thimble, or a tiny rubber... dalek.

What the hell?

Boy goats

Years ago when I read Robinson Crusoe, I remember being very irked by a moment when Robinson is milking a goat and refers to the goat as "him." A boy goat doesn't give milk, I grumbled. But I just read that apparently boy goats sometimes do give milk. Huh. I wonder if Daniel Defore know that, or if it was just a lucky mistake.

Weird dream of home

I have been having a recurring dream lately-- remarkable if only because I very, very rarely remember my dreams --about going home to my parents' house. Though I don't realize it, In the dream the house is more like an elegantly-decorated home-themed Mario level than a real house. It's hard to describe, but it's is enormous, with all the structures massively oversized and soaring into the sky, with weird fancy automated functions involving lights and conveniences and things like that. And all the trappings are very elegant, even opulent. Usually in the dream the only thing that registers on me is how nice it is-- in real life, my parents' house is remarkably nice and tastefully appointed. I think I'm going up the enormous, skyscraper stairs trying to find my dad. But this most recent time it was different. The house was the same as in previous iterations, but my brother was there as well. And with him came the awareness was this was not the house the way we'd grown up with it-- it was different and strange, as if they'd changed it, in a remodel or upgrade or something. And Casey was saying to me, "I don't like it here anymore. The changes are all wrong. I don't want to come back here anymore." And then suddenly the house was scary and uncomfortable. I was no longer able to climb the massive moving stairs to get to the highest level in the sky, and suddenly I was afraid of falling. All the automated pieces were dangerous and over-the-top. The hosue didn't seem nice anymore, but too big, overdone, uncomfortable, inaccessable, even likely to hurt me. And I became very acutely aware of the fact, which I guess was consistent from both dreams, that I was unable to find my dad.

My nap today was the first time I'd ever had that version of this dream. I'm not really a believer that dreams have a lot of meaning beyond being random things that happen to be in your brain expressing themselves in weird ways. But I am curious about what brought about the shift in tone of a dream I've already had one rather innocuous way several times.

Muppet fan help?

think there are enough Muppet fans on my friends list that this might be an effective venue to pose a Henson-related question.

So many years ago, when I was but a nipper, I saw a Muppet special on television that I absolutely loved. It was a behind-the-scenes documentary of sorts on all the processes behind the making of Muppet movies and shows. It was hosted by Jim Henson himself; given the timing, it probably would have had to have to been one of the last things he made before he did. The really awesome thing about it was that the Muppet characters were part of it, too-- though they acknowledged their existence as constructed things, they were still people participating in the presentation. A scene following the mention of having to periodically replace worn-out Muppet parts where Bunsen points out to Gonzo the cracks in the foam around his mouth to Gonzo's extreme discomfort particularly sticks out in my mind.

I loved it so much, and I've only seen it the one time all those years ago. I desperately want to see it again.

Now I have periodically tried to identify this fantastic special over the years and met with little success. I am beginning to wonder if I hallucinated it, as with my luck nothing of that level of sheer unadulterated awesome could actually exist in this life. But on the off-chance that the universe will throw me a bone, I was wondering if any of you were familiar with it and could, at the very least, tell me the NAME of the thing, if not point me to some obliging collection of videoes on Youtube with which I could view it again.

Does anybody know what I'm talking about? Or am I raving here? Help!

Wha?

I just saw a gas station attendant wearing Dolce and Gabbana. This confuses me on several levels.

Incomprehensible skin

God, my skin makes no sense to me. It seems to have become rather clear lately, despite the fact that I haven't been diligent with my acne wash recently. It could be that stuff just isn't good for me, but it seems like my skin gets better or worse randomly, regardless of the treatment or lack thereof it is recieving. I kind of want to just go to a dermetologist and say "What does my skin need to get clear?" and then actually know what the problem is the and the right way to deal with it. The trouble is that the insurance I'm on is kind of in flux lately, and I don't really have the extra cash to cover a visit on my own. Still, it might be worth looking into to see if I can actually do it.

Weird

Second night of Mcbeth last night. Again, the show went well, and we had a decent-sized audience that seemed to enjoy our work. Weirdest thing happened to me, though.

There's one guy in the show, the one who plays Duncan, that I think seems interesting, and he's one of the more talented actors in my opinion. He... won't talk to me. I'm not sure what's going on. If I'm part of a conversation, he'll kind of ignore me, and if I address something to him directly, he'll never look at me and will usually find a way to direct his answer to someone else. It was really bugging me; I have no idea why he'd do that. It was kind of hurting my feelings until I decided whatever, it's not my fault he's mean or rude.

Then yesterday, since there unfortunately is no on-site bathroom at the outdoor stage where we're performing, I snuck off to my car during intermission to use a restroom in one of the restaurants just down the road, still wearing my costume for quickness's sake. As I was going in, a woman coming out said to me, "This is the ladies room-- oh, God, sorry!" Apparently she mistook me at first for the boy I was trying to look like. Heh, good deal.

When I returned to the stage, I related this amusing anecdote this my castmates. And then Duncan, without looking at me as usual, suddenly says to me "You don't look like a boy. You're very beautiful." He then proceeds to walk away.

Buh? After weeks of refusing to talk to me, he busts out with that? I... don't get it. Is this nothing more than a very high school case of "I can't talk to pretty girls"?

It may be rain tonight in Duxbury, which would cancel the show. We've decided we're all going to go out to dinner together if that is the case. I actually quite like the sound of that.