To the Good Old Days!
When were the good old days? I always hear them talked about, but don’t know when they actually happened. Did they ever really exist?
I suspect people have a tendency to romanticize the era in which they grew-up, believing it was a better time. For me, that would be the 1970s and, as far as I can tell, there wasn’t much to romanticize about it.
Sure, we ran free through the streets then, and parents weren’t quite so puckered about the safety of their kids. And that was good.
But I don’t think it had much to do with it being a safer time, or a fundamental difference in people. I believe it had more to do with there only being four TV channels (which showed Lost in Space, not reenactments of children being lured from their homes by twitching wart-spangled perverts), no internet, and a lot less paranoia-fueling influences.
I don’t know if it’s true, but I read somewhere that crimes against children were just as common in the ’70s, as they are now. And, as then, random acts against kids by strangers are EXTREMELY rare.
Yet TV news programs lead us to believe children are being snatched-up all willy-nilly, in ever-increasing numbers, and parents today (including myself) keep a much closer watch on their younglings.
But beyond the running rampant through the streets factor, I certainly don’t think of the ’70s as “the good old days.” I think instead of hideous hair, ludicrous fashions, a terrible economy, diarrhea-colored Chevettes, Brut, and the “misery index.”
Sure, punk rock came out of the ’70s, as did the National Lampoon and Saturday Night Live. But those were rebellions, not celebrations. Right?
Whenever I’m confronted with the idea of time-travel (usually while listening to George Noory), I always daydream about going back to the 1940s, for some reason.
The 1940s, post-WWII only… I have little interest in trying to be Sgt. Rock. Shooting two machine guns at the same time is not a good look for a man of size; high-speed love handle/mannary gland vibration is to be avoided, when possible.
No, I think about taking in a Dodgers game at Ebbets Field, having a few beers at a “beer joint” and striking up conversations with the locals of the era, just walking around grocery stores, and spending an afternoon exploring my hometown of Dunbar. Nothing too ambitious, except for the NON-NEGOTIABLE baseball trip to Brooklyn.
It’s always the ’40s for me. Go back further, and I have a feeling it would become increasingly unrecognizable. The post-war years, I think, would be relatable to what I know, but exotic enough to be fascinating.
So, are the 1940s the good old days? Somehow I doubt it. It would probably be a blast for a week or so, then the boredom would start to kick-in. And the lack of conveniences would begin to irritate. Plus, I know for a fact I’d get tired of wearing suits and hats all the time. It seems cool on TV, but that shit would quickly commence to suckin’.
And what about laughter? Would there be any? If one of us went hurtling back in time to, say, 1946, would anyone understand our 2008 sense of humor? I bet not; they’d likely brand us cruel-ass weirdos.
And their idea of gut-busting funny would probably leave us looking like Andrew. Don’t believe me? Just try to listen to an episode of Fibber McGee & Molly sometime. Sweet sainted mother of Walter Bellhaven!
Folks often say they’d like to visit Victorian times, but I can only think of one thing when I see movies set in that era: I bet those people smelled like an open grave.
Yeah, I know it’s not really fair to judge other eras through a modern prism. After all, if I smelled bad too, and lived in a world of enormous pit-funk, it might not be so noticeable. Ya know?
But I’m going to take a controversial stand and declare Right Now as the good old days. We’ve got the best electronics, most people bathe on a regular basis, and our standard of living is so high we practically have to submit to a series of intense therapy sessions if gmail goes down.
So I hoist a chalice of the golden elixir to the good old days!
What’s your favorite fantasy time-travel destination? And what do you think would start getting on your nerves, once the novelty wore off? You know, realistically speaking.
I’ll be back on Monday, if not sooner. My job is burning me all the way down, and this update was like passing a stone. I need to log some Netflix time, my friends.
But I’ll see ya soon.
Filed under: Daily
Not gonna say it.
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Dude,
The “good ole days” were the mid to late 80s. Before “downsizing”, “right-sizing”, “outsourcing”, and “zero tolerance”. You were allowed to have a few beers and drive home without being yanked out of your car and told to close your eyes and walk in the dark. You made good money and had an actual career that lasted a few years before the office moved or the company got bought. It was great to be an American and we had the leisure time to follow more than one or two sports (I guess that’s why hockey flourished there for a while…).
Anyway, those were the good old days in my mind.
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I always thought it would be cool to be in America just before whitey showed up. To be able to drink water from any source, see untouched forests. I cannot even begin to think about how sweet the air must have smelt.
I wish I could go back to those days!
In terms of what would get on my nerves…bears and nasty wildlife could be a problem. Plus, having to kill/clean all your meat would get old too.
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Hats off to Jason.
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3rd!
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I like right here, right now. The 90′s were too close to go back to – the 80′s – well, NO. and the 70′s – eh.
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How about I hang out with you at a Dodgers game at Ebbets Field?
Speaking of baseball, the summer of 1941 would be a good time-travel destination. I would like to see Ted Williams during his season of batting .406 and maybe sit in on some DiMaggio’s 56-game hitting streak.
Cars would be a drag though. No a fan of automobiles from this era.
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eh,m Jersey scott snuck in while i was deciding to comment or just claim 3rd.
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All of my dreams about going back in time revolve around sex. I think that if you traveled back far enough you could really impress the ladies by pretending to pull a quarter from behind their ears or pretending to “steal their noses” by swiping at their faces and putting your thumb between your index and middle finger. “Give me back my nose!” They’d say. “Okay, I’ll give it back. But first you have to meet me behind the blacksmith shoppe so I can teach you what you don’t know how.”
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top 10. Woot!!
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“Shooting two machine guns at the same time is not a good look for a man of size; high-speed love handle/mannary gland vibration is to be avoided, when possible.”
Holy Jesus crap…you should write under duress more often.
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Let’s see: A word missing and a letter missing in my previous comment. Yep, I’m wide awake.
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Early 80′s
I don’t know who Sgt Rock is really, apart from the fact that he ‘ is going to help me,Make the girl mine,Keep her stood in line.’ or so the song goes anyway. It was a good song from a great era.
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Mr. Kay – you should buy/download a British TV series called “Goodnight Sweetheart” about a man who finds a timeportal back to the early 1940s. Although there is no baseball involved. And WWII is happening because it actually started in 1939.
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Not that I think it was the good old days or anything, but Manchester 1979/80 just to see Joy Division live.
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Good Evening Surf Reporters………………
The good ol’ days……personally for me it was *ahem* when Bill Clinton was in office. Those were the best eight years of my life. Was making decent money, bills were all paid and my credit rating was pretty solid.
All those things went down the turd catcher once Dubya took office. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t want to sound like a current deadbeat, but it seems I’m struggling a hell of a lot more these days.
Romanticized time travel?? Probably back to 14th century Scotland, William Wallace times. That would be OK for a day or two, but then things like dysentery, bubonic plague, roaming bands of hooligans, things like that would probably start to suck real quick.
Oh and Jeff? You think people in the Victorian times would reek, just imagine the high funk on the teeming masses in downtown London, circa 1308.
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Sorry to bust on your groove there Kristen!
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Rome, ancient era.
They bathed, or so I’m led to believe, and they had society and industry, and…stuff. Of course I’d probably be in the plebian caste, and so would have to serve those who I’d rather BE, but hey, togas are cool!
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I think I’ll stick with the 70′s. Eras prior to that were not all that kind to women. I just remember that time of my life fondly. All of the alcohol, no guilt sex, drugs, and rock and roll. I was too busy to worry about what was on TV.
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Togas… hmmm.
I’d show up in Philadelphia, mid 1700′s. It was about as civilized as they could get without indoor plumbing. It’d be interesting to see what the reg’lar folk thought of the impending revolution while getting on with their normal lives.
That and I might get to see Franklin or some of those nobs.
Indoor plumbing, electric lights, and travel without horses are the things I’d miss most.
‘course, the 80′s weren’t bad… mostly
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Hmmm, today’s update sounds strangely as if Jeff was watching the “Andy Hardy” marathon on Turner Classic Movies over the past couple days.
As for the 40s, yes, I have to agree that it also would be my decade of choice. The 80s were the best decade I was ever alive in, and it would be cool to go back.
Before the 40s, I think it would be downright scary…diseases, lack of modern medical care, archaic dentistry, oh yeah, and that little thing called the Great Depression. No thanks!
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My vote is definitely mid-century America, with the sad caveat that I’m a white guy and make a reasonable living (or maybe a cute white lady with the wiles to negotiate a sexist world). I’d be born around 1915 or so if I had my druthers. That would put my peak adult years at about ’45-’65.
My reasons:
1. All the great architecture from 1910-1940 was reasonably new and functioning.
2. Cars were the bomb, but they hadn’t yet decimated the landscape with their need for unending convenient parking; trains were still economically viable transportation. People walked places.
3. Novels, movies, and lushly illustrated magazines kept boredom from the door. If you knew where to look (Perelman, Sturges, Wilder) there was some wicked funny shit to consume. But you weren’t bombarded into numbness with electronic entertainment like you are today.
4. Golden age of R&B/Soul, *real* country music, bebop and latter-day swing, and towards the end, a great run of brill building pop.
Okay, the racism would suck, no doubt, and I’d probably be benefiting economically from it, which would be kind of immoral. And people didn’t know good food from dirt.
But I’d give up unlimited portable music (iPod), Internet porn, and Netflix in a heart to be living the good life back then (preferably in New York or L.A.). It’s all a fantasy though…life kind of sucks for 98% of us no matter what decade we live in, and only the good stuff gets remembered.
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I sometimes think I would have really fit in as part of “The Greatest Generation”.
I’d be fine in suits and hats. I wear suits everyday now. I’ve worn a suit to work 99% of the time for the last 12 years. You get used to it. And since I’m often outside in rain and snow I wear a hat from time to time. It’s a classic Fedora from the same hatter that Kid Rock shops at.
I like the idea of going to night clubs in a tux and living in a time when everyone knew how to dance for real.
And Archie summed it up when he said “Girls were girls and men”. Men knew how to treat women and women liked it.
Movies that cost a nickle and had 2 features, a news reel, a serial, a western and a cartoon.
Big band music fronted by crooners like Sinatra and Crosby.
Abbott & Costello.
John by God Wayne.
A job that could keep until I retired with a pension.
Doctors who made house calls.
Things that would suck: Polio, the Great Depression, dying or being maimed in the war, small pox, prohibition, rationing, the likihood of not having a telephone or a car. No microwaves, food processors, FM radio, stereo sound and few if any interstate highways.
There’s more on both lists but thats what came off the top of my head.
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Good old days… a couple world wars, the depresion era, the plague… yeah, everything was all sunshine and roses back then. =-)
The 40′s sound like a good time to pop back to for a quick look around. Manufacturing industry in full swing, steam locomotives, telegraph systems… All going full swing leading us into our technical wonderment we have today. I’d love to see it.
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Around 30 A.D. in the Middle East.
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I’d like to go back to the early ’60′s in Vegas. Men drinking all night, smoking unfiltered Camels, surrounded by dames and broads. The original Ocean’s 11 days.
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Jorge (whore-hay, isn’t it?),
I’d agree with you. Certainly any time before 1900, perhaps later, and you’d have to be richer than 4 foot up a bull’s ass to be happy. For all of the bitching and moaning the idiots have against Capitalism, it’s been good to everyone. A rising tide lifts all boats, as JFK would say. So true. Our “poor” are richer than the richest of most places.
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‘Being There’….again !!!
Can’t complain about that, though…
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For me, the Good Old Days were the 50′s.
With the exception of some great music, trust me, the 50′s sucked big time.I would never go back.
And as far as now being the Good Old Days, trust me one more time: as far as computers and high tech gadgets go, we are in the Stone Age, compared to what’s coming in a few short years.
Today’s quote: “He who speaks, does not know; he who knows, does not speak.” ancient Chinese saying, possibly Confucius
Meditation: it’s not what you think.
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Uncle Buzz,
Here’s another quote (possibly Confucius):
“He who goes to bed with itchy butt wakes up with stinky finger.”
Overall, things have become better for everyone. Except for maybe socially, but you can thank the hippies for that.
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The good ‘ol days – Not now- Sure I have a great job, a nice house and all the BS that goes with being an adult but I sometimes I think I’d trade it all to be a kid again. Shit… The biggest concern was getting home by curfew and what was going on for the weekend. Parents paid the bills, bought the groceries, and the lights just went on when you flipped a switch. The stress of todays economy can be very exhausting as can keeping all the “stuff” you work so hard for. “Back in the day ” When you turned on the TV and watched Charlies Angels, The Dukes of Hazard, or even All in the Family there were no disclaimers telling folks that the show may be offensive to some viewers. I even remember when the weathermen were actually right- AND believe it or not, they did it all without Super Triple Mega Doppler 1000!!!
I’m having a bad day- and a couple drinks.
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“He who cries over trees gets mocked in hillbilly blogs.”
I’d like to go back to various time periods to see a few historical events, such as Constitution signing, Lincoln’s assassination, Jack the Ripper, Titanic sinking, etc.. But I’d like to be a floating invisible person while doing such things because, you know, the chances are high that our forefathers might not appreciate a short-haired mouthy girl in pants.
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Oh yeah- Joe T- Hell Ya on the 60′s- I’d love to be one of those broads!!!
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Gretchen,
Great and you = same same. Good Lord. Lincoln? Good stuff. I was thinking that if I went back to the early 1800s I could go anywhere and claim to be the President of the United States. And they wouldn’t know the difference. They didn’t have pictures or anything.
I always wonder why criminals gave their real names back then. I wouldn’t have.
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The good old days for me would be ancient Egypt; pharoahs, mummies, chariot races, tombs and all that. I grew up in the 40′s and it wasn’t all that great (especially before the war ended).
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Well tanks Jason. ;o) Yeah, being the morbid history geek I am I just got done a second reading of “Manhunt: The 12-Aay Chase for Lincoln’s Killer”. Good gawd is that an exciting (and sometimes gory) read!
As for impersonating the prez, you’d have to time things to before the 1840s to escape photography’s reach. Even Lincoln had a daguerreotype made of himself in 1846. And let’s not forget The Butterfly Effect. Would hippies cease to exist after your visit? Might I never have to smell poutchouli again? The horror! [snort]
Regarding real names, there were plenty of criminals using aliases. The Booth conspirator who brutally attacked Secretary of State Seward, for example, had at least two other aliases. Remember that, there’ll be a quiz on this later. ;o)
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Gretchen,
I’m sure you’re married. But if you weren’t (and I weren’t too) rest assured that I’d be sucking your neck right now. I don’t mean to be crude. I should say, “You’re fantastic. Might I suck your neck whilst you read?” Okay. Still no good. I’m drunk forgive me.
But Gretchen, are you a Cival War buff? I doubt it. Almost nobody is. But I would point to their letters. We think of ourselves as so smart, but read a letter from some boy that quit the third grade in 1850 and I think you’ll agree that we’re idiots. They were poets, all of them. I own 20 orignial letters thus far. I think it’s fascinating.
Anyway, back to the point. I read that book too! I have an autographed copy from James Swanson himself. I’d mail it to you if you’d like. It’s not personalized. Maybe you’re more a fan of the book than the author. It’s okay, you just let me know.
Hope I didn’t scare you off or get myself booted from this site. I’m harmless, really. See you around, Gretchen (love that name).
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I want to time travel back to 1969, look like I did when I started first grade and know everything I know now.
Would that be the shit or what?
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I’m with Joe T., ‘cept the turn of the century (1800′s – 1900′s) would be cool. Tons of legal and clean blow!
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Oh dear, I wear patchouli. Does that make me a hippie?
Wait. I am. Dang it. Now i have to take responsibility for, what was it? The social degradation of this country, I believe?
That’s a heavy load, man. I’d better dip into my stash and get baked before heading out to ruin the world some more.
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I’d like to have been Adam. You know, of the Adam & Eve fame. Whenever she got the “itch”, you know where she’d go lookin’.
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WUBBA! Yes, Jason, I am happily married. I’ll just leave the sucking neck comment alone as you’re drunk.
Not a Civil War buff, per se. Used to be more of one, but now I’m more of an Edwardian gal. There are stories from the war that I’m fascinated with. The Lincoln assassination being one, the Hunley submarine being another. I am curious as to those Confederate spy sisters now too thanks to “Manhunt”. Oh, and I collect daguerreotypes (though they were on the way out by the Civil War).
I own the copy of “Manhunt” I read, but thanks for the offer anyway. Did you hear it’s supposed to be made into a movie? I envision Depp in the role of Booth, though that runs the risk of romanticizing him, I suppose.
Thanks for liking my name. This is the only, uh, “online journal” where I use my real name. That’s because I was hoping Jeff would trot on out his “why thank you, Gretchen” line, or whatever it was, that he used to occasionally say on the older entries. Alas, he has not.
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Yay for J…………….
see your making progress Buddy , really doesn’t mean much to be first does it………..
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jersey scott, who’s-really-in-Hawaii, that okay, I got over it.
you snooze, you lose.
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I don’t know about that SkullyWV. I thought about that some and if I knew then that my High School sweetheart who bore me the best two young men I’m proud to call my sons would turn out to be a cheating bitch would I still marry her? All kinds of shit that has ramifications down the road of life.
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I burn patchouli incense, that means I’m a hippie too! Tiff, lets go pick daisies and dance in the fields and let the world go to pot. Not a bad idea!!!
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I’ve said it before but there’s only 3 things I can’t stand:
Cats
Hippes
The French
Because they’re dirty.
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To heck with it all, I want to go all the way back to Adam and Eve days. You know, running naked through the woods with out a care in the world. Giving everything a name and not being worried about whether the lion is going to eat my ass off. Most of all, sharing a good apple with my Eve and talking about what we did and saw that day. Guess thats the hippie in me speaking.
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I’ve always wanted to walk the streets of turn-of-the-20th-century American cities, with alot of my inspiration coming from William Kennedy’s Albany novels, and reading about the lives of early newspaper cartoonists like Winsor McCay. The literal “urban primitive” dynamic of skyscrapers and clotheslines, fancy electric light bulbs and horses in the streets would have to be a blast to witness firsthand knowing how things are now.
The things that would probably get on my nerves first are the flu epidemic, syphilis, and being drafted to fight World War I. Water pressure in the shower probably sucked back then, too.
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I’m with Gretchen in that I would not want to actually have to live pre contact lenses, tampons and sliced bread but would like to indulge in a little (religious for one) historical myth busting. And I guess I am a hippy too. I actually grow patchouli! I am also of French ancestry and have two cats-I am Jorge’s worst nightmare.
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When I grew up in the 50s and early 60s things in my hometown were a carbon copy of Mayberry on the Andy Griffith Show. I have always been grateful that I have a memory of a time when America was like that.
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Turn of the century to the crash. Most drugs were legal, the economy was kickin’ ass, and if you time travelled, you’d already know which stocks/horses to bet on. Jazz was in its infancy and was still great and not formulaic. Turn of the century in New York would be amazing.
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Tiff, if I had known you were a “hippie” I wouldn’t have said anything bad about them. But I was drunk. So I would like to use my free pass, please.
Shiny Rod, you too? You’re a hippie too? If you go back to Adam and Eve and you get to name things, what if you see the carrot before you see the orange? And why not name other things according to their color? Lemons could be called “yellows”, strawberries could be called “reds”.
Gretchen, I’m sober now. No more talk about sucking your neck for at least 24 hours. Gawd. I don’t know about yall, but I’m really good at embarrassing myself when I partake of too much of the grape. And I didn’t know about the movie. I think John Wilkes Booth should be played by Tom Cruise. And Lincoln could be played by William Shatner or Burt Reynolds.
It’s almost 10:30 and I’m still kinda drunk. Sorry bout making yall mad. It wasn’t really me talking, it was the 40 or 50 beers talking. I guess I’ll put on some clothes and do some work.
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Oh. I meant to work the word “assrabbits” into that somewhere. Forgot. Hope you assrabbits have a good weekend.
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Radio Announcer: FDR is in the White House. An ice cream cone costs a nickel, and a hot new tune by Benny Goodman is hitting the charts. The year is 1939.
Homer: Nineteen … 1939! Oh, my God, I’ve gone back in time! I’ve got to warn everybody about Hitler …and get to the ice cream store!
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I think the good ‘ol days are the days
when the phrase “the good ‘ol days”
was the only saying referring to a
previous era. Now I believe the
saying is “back in the day” which
I say on occasion and regret it
as soon as I say it.
I prefer we go back to saying
“the good ‘ol days”
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Jason – hahahahahaa!! Not mad! Just a perfect excuse from some high-falutin’ snark. Yay for that, I say.
Shiny Rod – I’m of the opinion that if everyone took a ‘let’s run through the daisies’ break more often, the world would be a better place. They’re DAISIES, for Pete’s Sake.
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Tiff- Okay, I’m gonna try to help you. You gotta WANT it though. Pretend you’re holding a balloon. And that balloon is filled with your high-falutin’ hippie anger. All the pain, all the cloves you ever smoked, they’re all in that balloon. Now. Let it go. Just let that balloon full of cloves and anger go and watch it float towards the sun, where it’ll be destroyed and forgotten. Feel better?
A “doctor” gave me that line of shit one time at a party. I was pissed about something and he was trying to calm me down. Put it in a balloon and let it go. He’s lucky I didn’t punch him in the neck. Assrabbit. I don’t need to get rid of anger. I like anger. I bottle it up and unleash it on strangers. So you better look out blondy. RAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!!!
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New York from 1948 to the early 60′s – yup. I vocalized this one night in front of my wife, after being together for 5 years and she said, “you have GOT to be kidding. that’s where and when I would want to go to.” I was like, “Do we ever talk?”
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The good old days? Back when Bill and I ruled the world.
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Only two things scared me in the past: Evil and carnies……I want to go back and shag Vanessa again.
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When dime bags existed ..
And ‘kind bud’ was ever where …
When Gas was 1.50 …….
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Actually Jason, it would appear it was my patchouli comment that suddenly got people all riled up. Shit, I’m sorry but that stuff is a seven layered dip of hell. I get an instant headache whenever I smell it. Maybe I’m just allergic. I’m not against a good dandelion break though.
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I would have been first in line when Lewis and Clark posted their ad for ‘hiking buddies.’ 1803. The book “Undaunted Courage” needed to have me in there somewhere. Even as a kid I wish I had been in on that trek.
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Fold your Netflix envelope into an envelope? How very postmodern of you netflixorigami.com.
I’ve always thought of the 1920s as the good ol’ days. Drinkin’ and whorin’ with nary a care in the world… except poverty and influenza, of course.
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Oh, Gretchen, you definitely couldn’t live here. I smell patchouli on Haight Street DAILY. I used to like it – until after the first year I lived here. Fuckin’ hippies.
Happy Friday, Surfers! Have a great weekend!
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oooooo I know this one!!! 1975-1985 period. before PC bullshit, before “gotta wear your helmet when you ride a bike”, before ‘lil wayne…back when you could eat whatever, only had 3 choices of toothpaste, dish soap and toilet paper, y’know simpiler times. by the way jeff, a very excellent post, had me laughing out loud numerous times and also thank you for not getting sobby about 9/11…the headlines tell me “NEVER FORGET” okay media i get it, does they honestly think that anyone who witnessed that could ever forget it even if they wanted too. i read your words with anticipation everyday! thank you!
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Gretchen,
No, I take full blame and promise to go to counsiling. It was me that got the hippies all up in arms. Bad me. Hey, Gretchen, I’ve had 3 beers thus far. How’s that neck feeling? Got any boo-boos? God, I’m crazy.
Hey, we don’t have any gas up here. I mean it. No gas. Some jackass in Mobile said something about the hurricane and everyone went to fill up. This is the most parinoid people I’ve ever seen. The slightest chance that it might maybe snow in Georgia and they run to the grocery store to buy bread, milk, and water.
Let me ask you. When was the last time your water didn’t work? Never? Thought so. How long do you think you can live on a gallon of 2 percent and a loaf of Wonder bread? Three days? Thought so.
I hate people, Gretchen. Except for you. And maybe Tiff. And Jeff Kay too. And Lakerfool is okay. Maybe I spoke too soon. Let me put it this way, there are about 50 people who better hope that I never find out I have 6 months to live.
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cc – To be Jorge’s nightmare in full you’d also have to be a complete Liberal.
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Jason – I have no clue what type of music you like but Windy Weber just put out an album called “I Hate People” – just you’d like to know that…I have said those words myself many times.
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Kathleen – Thank you very much. I have that album. Have you seen the cover? She could be so pretty. She’s like Elvis’ daughter, almost. I certainly approve of too much eye and lip makeup, but comb your damn hair for chrissake.
So, anyway, how’s your neck feeling Kathleen? Everything okay? Maybe a peck or two wouldn’t hurt?
Where in the hell is whatsherface? I’m about to pass out here. Two day drunk and counting. Jeez.
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Oh, and I like Kathleen too. She’s not part of the 50 most wanted, should I ever be diagnosed with a terminal illness.
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Keep on spelling, Jason! One more beer! One more beer!
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I would like to go back to the early 80′s for no reason other than being able to prank call people and not get caught with all the fancy caller ID and call tracing nonsense. It’s been too long since I made or received a good prank call.
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Tiff- Was my spellering that bad? I don’t know. Because I put it in a balloon and watched it float away. Gone gone. Hear me? I love it. LOVE it.
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I officially want to print out the texts of this thread, stack them in a pile, & jack off on top of them.
You wankers sicken me.
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I officially want to print out the texts of this thread, stack them in a pile, & jack off on top of them.
Before I set them on fire.
But that’s just me.
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Boo!
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XOXO-LF
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Larkfool!
Hare dare you dirty up this holy place by pulling a muscle – pulling it 150 times. Put your jack offs in a balloon and watch it fly towards the sun.
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Hare dare. I meant “how dare”. Whatever. Put it in a balloon.
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HAY! How yall doin down there Lakrfool? My Great Grandmother lives in Houston. They shagged her ass to Austin yesterday. Yall wet yet? Galveston is about to be fucked.
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Evacuate or die, they told her. She’s 103.
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2:45am and it’s AMAZING we still have power, what with all the flickering and flashing. Ike’s blowin’ like a MoFo and the wife’s starting to freak.
Was sittin’ here and saw a commercial on TWC for ‘Mighty Mendit’. You might want to keep your eyes open for this stuff, Jeff, as it looks right up your alley. No worries at work anymore…’cept for someone thinking you’re a freak ’cause you had your pants off in the stall putting your latest purchase to the test.
And if you act now, you’ll get Might Gemit. “Add bling to just about anything!”
From somewhere in Ike,
late, y’all
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I just realized I dyslexetized a book title. “Undaunted Courage” is the title. I get the feeling not too many care right about now, but I wanted to fix that.
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I’m faithfully reading the entire thread and I’m thinking to myself
“it MUST be a full moon”. So I go further and check the internets and as of 11:29 am EDT it’s at 97% full. No surprise there. Have a good weekend, fellow Surf Reporters. Try to stay dry.
+1 on the 6 months to live thing.
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Evacuate or die,
That is the most harsh commandment from the NWS I have ever heard.
I wished I worked for them.
The power…
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“Blinded by the light,
wrapped up like a douche,
another runner in the night
Blinded by the light,
wrapped up like a douche,
another runner in the night”
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I’ve got a fever……..
……..and the only prescription
….is a super secret exclusive update!
I’m thinking there is one in the works right now……..
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do i need to re-subscribe to get the super-secret exclusive update? haven’t seen any in awhile and wanted to know if I missed something with the new changeover n’all…
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TxTy- and anyone else in Ike’s way- everybody ok?
Jason, that’s manfred man’s bastardization. That ain’t how Springsteen wrote it. and I think your- um- admiration of Gretchen is cute. A little scary, but cute.
DTO- hey- how’s it going?
Jersey Scott (who is not in Hawaii)- see you soon.
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Diane,
Don’t worry. I’ve decided to limit myself to no more than 30 beers a day.
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We finally decided to call it a night about 3:30-4:00am this morning and went to bed with the freight train coming at our bedroom windows. Of course, when we finally nodded off the power went out.
Four hours later I was unable to stand the warmth of the bed and got myself up. No power and no cell connection (we don’t have a land line) so I hooked up the ‘fridge and the TV to see what was goin’ on. The power was finally restored here to the house in the early afternoon and was quickly followed by the cable and i-net. That’s when we got something to eat and took a nap…in the AC!
Though the powers out all over the place, it could have been much worse…although I’m sure it IS much worse in other parts of the Houston Metro as we were fortunate to be on the ‘clean’ side. We just missed the Southwest eye wall! We had the easier side of the storm and there’re still dozens and dozens of uprooted trees. Not much structural damage, fortunately.
If anyone has family they’re worried about and can’t get in touch with them, it’s not surprising. Communications are out all over and it could take a few day’s to get it back. Can’t promise much, but if you think I might be able to help, let me know and I’ll do what I can.
From somewhere in the devastation of Ike,
late, y’all
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Aw man. Keep it up, and know that we’re thinking of you all.
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TxTy- glad to hear you made it ok and had your power restored so quickly. Nothin’ like AC.
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I work for First Energy in Ohio and we sent crews yesterday morning! Hope all power is restored asap!
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I’m glad you made it through OK, TxTy (and everyone else in the path of Ike). I’ve never really experienced such a thing, and don’t think I’d care for it.
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hey daine… All’s swell here as fall comes early here (7860 ft.) in northern New Mexico. I’m healthy and happy and thanks for asking. Same with you I hope.
I grew up in southern Ohio.When in elementary school(early 60′s) it was an air raid siren or (aka) a nuke drill. Then it became a tornado warning. Scary sound either way. Glad to here good reports and folks are fairing well all things considered.
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diane….CRAP to me for spelling your name wrong.
Ok since I’m back… I’m headed off to three or six days of camping by a near-by lake and yes to an earlier post….the full moon is, as they say…anon.
Pass the Beer Nuts and then the nightcrawlers.
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No problem, DTO- I spell it that way all the time. Dyslexia of the fingers
I imagine that New Mexico must be beautiful in any season. But some relief from the summer heat must be welcome. Here in NJ it’s feeling like mid august heat and mugginess.
But it beats a hurricane.
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Oh, I’ve been meaning to add this for two days now… Jason and Gretchen- if you haven’t read The Devil In The White City by Erik Larson, give it a look. I think it’s fascinating. (The creation of the 1893 Chicago World’s fair AND the nations first serial killer all in one book.)
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Totally read that Diane!
) And his other book, about the Marconi wireless system being used in apprehending another vicious murderer. Both excellent books.
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Diane-I’ll check that out.
We just got back from a themed wedding. Everyone dressed in 1930s garb. Lots of fun.
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Jason, you are a buzz kill dude, enough with the negative vibes man. Personally, I never smoked clove cigarettes, a little pot yes. Cloves belong on long fat shanks of ham. You should try that ballon trick with some weed man. But instead of letting it go, just suck it all back in. Never had an angry day in my life. Must be that Jerry Garcia philosophy.
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Thanks to all for the support. It’s been rather stressful the last few days (gee, I can’t understand why…).
Power’s still out in parts of our burgh and like I said, we were on the ‘clean’ side of the storm. Houston proper and the coast are a f*@kin’ mess!
Had to go to work today (I manage a pizza shop; the red, white and blue guys). The phones were out and we were open for carry out only. I think it’s the most sales we’ve done in a day since I’ve been there. Not one call and we did triple a normal Sunday. And I’m an asshole…when I’m closed, I’M CLOSED! I don’t give a f*@k if you’re 8 months pregnant or not. By telling me that, you’re saying that welfare drain in your gut means more than what I’ve got at home. KISS MY ASS!
But I digress into the negative. It’s gonna’ take time for this part of the country to get back to normal but I think we could be a lot worse for the wear. I just can’t believe those dumb f*@ks in Galveston. Staying on an island during a ‘cane that’s 1 mph from a cat 3. It takes all kinds.
Again, thanks for the support and we’ll chat with you folks…
late, y’all
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And just so you don’t think I’m a complete bastard or unsympathetic (just pathetic), there’s a corner store not 50 feet from my shop, exactly 3 doors down the strip center, that was open 2 hours later than we were. ’8 months pregnant’ chick wasn’t going to have to do without food. She was just using her pregnancy as a tool to get me to do her bidding.
Homie don’t play that!
later…
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Jeff – hope your Sunday night outing was fun. Looking forward to hearing about Eninen from last week.
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Top 10!! WOO-HOO!!! Yes!
oh. oops.
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The good ole days?? When we got updates and secret e-mails.
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Larkfool just needs a hug.
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