Three o’s!
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#ea8917, I like a nice orange.
Perv here. Gimme a plain cheese all day every day!
I found a barrel just like that at an estate sale a few weeks ago! Part of me wanted it just because it looked cool.
If there isn’t a minor league baseball team in Pennsylvania called the Squonks, someone needs to get on that right away.
An opera singer and avant-garde music composer who made a song out of comic book sound effects.
Less strange, she also did an operatic cover of The Beatles’ Ticket to Ride. I’m pretty sure my ironic love of this has crossed over into completely unironic genuine love.
No joke, I think about “do all your shopping… at Wal-Mart!” more than I should.
Funnily enough I loved the Wet Paint song and looked forward to it BECAUSE they throw paint at the screen and I thought that was really neat. Just goes to show you how these little skits affect kids in wildly different ways
If you don’t watch the video: it’s footage of an I-beam being created at a factory. As an adult, this is not scary. As a young child, this is terrifying. There is no narration, none of your Sesame Street friends are here with you. This is a large glowing letter I that the camera never breaks away from. It’s mashed and chunks appear to break off of it. The music is a ominous sounding piano with occasional trumpet bursts and anvil clanks. At the very end the camera freezes on the I-beam and we get two final crashing piano and anvil notes. The whole thing lasts less than a minute, and then we’re on to the next segment. There’s no context for what you just saw, no lead-in, and no one makes mention of it after.
It scared the hell out of me. If I saw this early in the morning, I’d be in an anxious state for the rest of the day.
According to my parents, it was I Got My Mind Set On You by George Harrison. I was a toddler and apparently loved that song.
But the first one I distinctly remember was the B-52’s Love Shack.
Dick Van Dyke comes from an era where it would be real easy to do a lot of bad shit without anyone ever knowing, and I hope he never did.
My high school didn’t have them, but the vocational school where I took extra classes did, as did our family’s PC. I thought they were great. This was about 2001-2004ish, flash drives weren’t a thing yet, and burning a CD to hold a single word doc or powerpoint or something like that seemed really wasteful.
Sometimes I would put a couple mp3s on a zip drive and bring them to school to listen to while I was working on a project.
The one toy I wanted more than anything as a kid was the Jurassic Park Compound.
I see them on Ebay going for $100-200, but that’s just for the building itself. It’d be pretty pointless to have a big fence with no dinosaurs in it, so I’d have to buy some dinos too. And I need action figures to sit in the watchtower and watch over the dinosaurs, you gotta have that.
And then the realities of adulthood set in: I wouldn’t enjoy this toy as much as I would have when I was a kid. Kid me would probably spend hours with this thing crafting big elaborate stories about wrangling dinosaurs and stuff like that. Nearly-40 me would set up the toys, make sure everyone’s in cool poses, and then it would probably sit on a shelf. I’m not really sure it’s worth it.
So while I’m sad I never got the toy as a kid, I think going back and buying it nowadays would be kind of an expensive hollow victory.
I was kind of an ass through a chunk of my 20s. I said a lot of stupid things, and wasn’t good at maintaining friendships. If I could go back in time and tell people how much I care about them and enjoy their company, I absolutely would.
You can either share your screen/window or upload a file. There’s probably a filesize limit, but I’m not sure what it is. I was using it to upload episodes of GameCenter CX to stream and I didn’t have any issues, but those episodes aren’t super huge. YMMV if you’re trying to upload a bluray rip or something.
I haven’t tried it on Linux, but a while back I was streaming stuff for my friends on Kosmi. It worked pretty well.
Danny Tanner hosted a morning show, right? And Uncle Joey was a comedian and Uncle Jesse had a band? I’ve got a hunch they wouldn’t be able to afford a house in San Francisco even with all those salaries combined.
If it was any smaller I probably would have gotten it, I felt bad for the poor thing. But this was one of those big 2ft tall bears and I just don’t have the room.