Way back in my teenage years, I used to spend summers out at my grandparents' place in the idyllic hippieville of Nelson, B.C.
One of the many ways I loved to pass the time involved digging through one of my cousin's piles of pre-'80s Mechanix Illustrated-type magazines. There was something weirdly poignant about the mix of do-it-yourself ingenuity and overzealous faith in technology. Modern Mechanix fully groks the appeal of that era, the era when the future was a gleaming vista of jet planes, neon-lit martinis and, er, yodelling robots.
Hell of a dangerous time to be an actress, though.