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I find if a millenial or Gen Z piss me off, I can get my own back by mentioning how much my house cost me.
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Only a boomer would have the gall to brag about buying a house during a time when anyone with a high school diploma who wasn't a drunk or criminal could do so.I find if a millenial or Gen Z piss me off, I can get my own back by mentioning how much my house cost me.
I'm not really either. But the hair and everything is interesting. And much of it is culturally inappropriate by today's standards. But that and a few bits in 2-3 movies is about all there is of her outside of the 13th series. I think a relatively unknown actress was able to get the part partly because the show was probably filler for teens in the network's perspective. But the show turned out way better than it had a right to, even with a name that implied movies that it had no connection to.Stan Gotta say I'm not a fan of that remake. Took all the flavor out of the original.
But the show turned out way better than it had a right to, even with a name that implied movies that it had no connection to.
Too bad that's almost the only show she appeared in. It seems like she tried to go back to her music career and had only modest success.
Here she is with her biggest chart success was a cover of one night in Bangkok.
OMG, that is so hilariously bad. From the ridiculous visuals, the laughable production values, to her delivery of the lyrics showing that she clearly doesn't understand what she's singing about.
Trying to remember if I was drunk or a criminal?Only a boomer would have the gall to brag about buying a house during a time when anyone with a high school diploma who wasn't a drunk or criminal could do so.
Yeah I have no nostalgia for that crap.
No one does. The phrase Meat Seltzer should be punishable by death.Yeah I have no nostalgia for that crap.
Were these real products back then? Holy crap 'Merica
Were these real products back then? Holy crap
The meats were. We all grew up on them. Oscar Mayer bologna and PB&J were staples in the late 70s and early 80s. Alcoholic seltzers are very popular now.Were these real products back then? Holy crap 'Merica
It's kind of a blur for me.A year that I remember very well.
Pretty decently rebooted recently with Alexander Armstrong as the lead.
I remember we had that - hadn't thought about it for over 40 years.
Pretty sure I've read that. I recognise that cover. Must have been a library book.
They had this book at my local library when I was younger and I thought it was the coolest thing. They got rid of it much to my disappointment. I had forgotten it's name and had pretty much given up on ever finding it again. Yet after all these years in the most unlikely of places I find it again.
My friend sent a video he took of me when I was probably about 8 or 9. It looks like I hadn't had my hair cut in 6-9 months. There's hair everywhere with no pattern to it. Mostly I noticed there is no bald spot.Those kids should be grateful for what they have, my Dad cut our hair.
Anyhow, as a kid, one of my pet peeves were those "how to make things" library books that just assumed you had all these things that nobody had anymore. The "bushel basket lid" above being one of them, hat boxes and orange crates were also common. There was this one book that showed how to make a steam engine out of a sardine tin. My Dad, ever helpful, offered to get me one if I'd eat the sardines. My greatest regret is still the book on soapbox racers. I've still never built one.
My mother used to cut mine, and helpfully trim my ears at the same time.Those kids should be grateful for what they have, my Dad cut our hair.
Hah hah, I was gifted a few of those outdoor books that were clearly meant for comfortable middle class rural or suburban kids and full of concepts that were utterly foreign to my world as a child.Anyhow, as a kid, one of my pet peeves were those "how to make things" library books that just assumed you had all these things that nobody had anymore. The "bushel basket lid" above being one of them, hat boxes and orange crates were also common. There was this one book that showed how to make a steam engine out of a sardine tin. My Dad, ever helpful, offered to get me one if I'd eat the sardines. My greatest regret is still the book on soapbox racers. I've still never built one.
My parents did that. They gave me a car with a blown head gasket and a crate engine and said you can have a car when you put the engine in and get it running. It turns out it's not as hard as you'd think.Hah hah, I was gifted a few of those outdoor books that were clearly meant for comfortable middle class rural or suburban kids and full of concepts that were utterly foreign to my world as a child.
Kinda funny, this conversation is pulling memories of my strange childhood gifts out of deep storage. My extended family on my mother's side were so grounded and practical (the men were engineers for JPL and the defense industries) that it made them a bit daft. This manifested itself with gifts that were completely out of touch with my living circumstances (poverty in a barrio apartment). On birthdays and Christmas I would get adult books on exciting topics like applied and theoretical physics, chemistry, medicine, computer science, outdoorsy stuff, the Bible, and firearms. I have one of them on my desk right now, The AR-15/M16: A Practical Guide that I got when I was 11. There were also gifts that I assume were intended to inspire me to "pull myself up by the bootstraps". For example, one Christmas I was given a VW repair manual and a shell of car (frame and body, no engine) that had been rusting away in an empty lot 20 miles away from where I lived.
[ . . . ]I have one of them on my desk right now, The AR-15/M16: A Practical Guide that I got when I was 11.