Okay so this is not what it seems. I am referring to www.myheritage.com and their celebrity face recognition software.
I had read an article on MSN about the site and went to see what all the hubbub was about.
You upload a photo (which is no doubt sent to the FBI for processing) and then their uber nifty face recognition software maps your face to the celebrities in their database. You get a list of 10 celebs (with their photos along side yours) and the percentage of matching facial characteristics.
You can submit multiple photos for recognition if you want to get a larger sampling.
Okay so I wasn't going to submit a photo, I already know who people say should play me in a TV movie of the week. But then another friend posted his results (which were hilarious - from Robin Gibb to Yogi Berra) and I just had to know.
My matches were:
1. Jennifer Lopez
2. Tyra Banks
3. Michelle Rodriguez
4. Ashley Judd
5. Jessica Alba
6. Natalie Wood
7. Rachel Corrie
8. Halle Berry
9. Eva Longoria
10. Jada Pinkett Smith
Now while I don't really look like most of these people while I'm moving and breathing (though I have gotten the JLo comparison before) there are many similarities in the still photos. Same cheeks, similar noses and or eyes...
Anyway, its a fun exercise and hey, anything to make the FBI's job easier....
Thursday, July 27, 2006
Sunday, July 09, 2006
Bad Dreams
Ever have a dream so real, you had to make sure it didn't happen... or wasn't going to?
I had a dream the other night about a girlfriend of mine. In the dream we were still living at the apartment complex where we 1st met. We've both moved a couple of times since then in the real world. My dream wasn't set in the past, it was current day, only we'd never moved.
The basics of the dream were that we'd been to a product party (like tupperware or something) and our orders had arrived. We were really excited and wanted to take them into our respective abodes and tear the packges open.
It was a warm summer day and there were a number of neighbors and friends milling about. The doors to our 2nd floor garden style apartments were side by side as we ran up the stairs we could still hear one another pretty easily.
As I neared the top, I heard my friend say oh noooooo kinda low and I stopped in my tracks. Then she frantically started repeating 'take it out' 'take it out' 'take it out'. Then the screaming started.
I all my life I've never heard such pain and horror blended into one cry. I was frozen on the stairs, paralyzed with fear.
Everyone that was nearby started running toward the screams and trying to help. I caught faint 'oh dear gods' and other exclaimations as they saw whatever it was that happened. I never felt more sick and afraid. I couldn't move, I couldn't do anything.
The screaming was increasingly unitelligible and boardered on insanity. Suddenly the screams traveled down the stairs, she was running out the door clutching what must have been her hand. My heart stopped beating in that moment and I couldn't bear anymore and I wrenched myself awake.
It was 4:11 am and I was a wreck. Literally shaking and could not go back to sleep.
What was I supposed to do? Convince myself it was just a dream and that I was being silly or call her and make sure she was okay? Well at 4 in the morning, calling (no matter how well intentioned) might be frowned upon. So I opted to get online (she's a night owl) and see if she was there, which she wasn't and instead sent the following email:
re: are you okay?
color me crazy.... had a bad dream and just wanted to check in on you...
When she called me at the crack of dawn I nearly jumped through the roof with joy. Of course she wanted to know what I had dreamed and I really didn't want to tell her the horrible things that had been in my head. It was bad enough that I had to be freaked out by it. But she's into dreams and their meanings so I eventually relented.
I know I'm weird, but I felt so much better after, saying out loud chased the boogie man back into the closet.
I had a dream the other night about a girlfriend of mine. In the dream we were still living at the apartment complex where we 1st met. We've both moved a couple of times since then in the real world. My dream wasn't set in the past, it was current day, only we'd never moved.
The basics of the dream were that we'd been to a product party (like tupperware or something) and our orders had arrived. We were really excited and wanted to take them into our respective abodes and tear the packges open.
It was a warm summer day and there were a number of neighbors and friends milling about. The doors to our 2nd floor garden style apartments were side by side as we ran up the stairs we could still hear one another pretty easily.
As I neared the top, I heard my friend say oh noooooo kinda low and I stopped in my tracks. Then she frantically started repeating 'take it out' 'take it out' 'take it out'. Then the screaming started.
I all my life I've never heard such pain and horror blended into one cry. I was frozen on the stairs, paralyzed with fear.
Everyone that was nearby started running toward the screams and trying to help. I caught faint 'oh dear gods' and other exclaimations as they saw whatever it was that happened. I never felt more sick and afraid. I couldn't move, I couldn't do anything.
The screaming was increasingly unitelligible and boardered on insanity. Suddenly the screams traveled down the stairs, she was running out the door clutching what must have been her hand. My heart stopped beating in that moment and I couldn't bear anymore and I wrenched myself awake.
It was 4:11 am and I was a wreck. Literally shaking and could not go back to sleep.
What was I supposed to do? Convince myself it was just a dream and that I was being silly or call her and make sure she was okay? Well at 4 in the morning, calling (no matter how well intentioned) might be frowned upon. So I opted to get online (she's a night owl) and see if she was there, which she wasn't and instead sent the following email:
re: are you okay?
color me crazy.... had a bad dream and just wanted to check in on you...
When she called me at the crack of dawn I nearly jumped through the roof with joy. Of course she wanted to know what I had dreamed and I really didn't want to tell her the horrible things that had been in my head. It was bad enough that I had to be freaked out by it. But she's into dreams and their meanings so I eventually relented.
I know I'm weird, but I felt so much better after, saying out loud chased the boogie man back into the closet.
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