Liz and I opened a bottle of champagne on New Year’s Eve, and mostly just hung out watching TV. We were flipping around the local TV stations when it got closer to midnight, but there was nothing good on… so we ended up switching over to YouTube at some point (I honestly can’t recall the last time we actively tried to watch TV or cable outside our Playstation).
I got into them when I was very young, high school I want to say. I remember putting my cassette of Facelift in my car, as I drove around Indianapolis. But Jar of Flies has a much more subdued feel to me. I can’t recall if this was made during the acoustic craze of the early 90’s, or just something the group did. But for whatever reason, I always think of Fall when I hear these songs.
A week ago, when we were throwing a lot of stuff away, one of the things I finally decided to get rid off was my old tennis racket. I got this while I was in high school, back when I was actually playing tennis with some regularity. I was never very good – and came one or two spots shy…
It’s odd that I’m still so terrible at remembering some things – people’s names, for example. Or birthdays. But by god, there’s a small part of my brain that has expended considerable time and effort to allow me to remember that the password to access David Lightman’s imaginary school computer is ‘pencil’.
Something I didn’t realize until now: for about 20 seconds there, the whole of the Smurf species is infected. They are entirely overrun, and Smurfs basically ceased to exist!
When I say “build,” I really do mean build – they were down in the basement, constructing this large valentine out of nails and 2×4’s. And the thing that’s distinctive in my mind is that right before the parents return home and open the door… the family dog jumps through the valentine, utterly destroying it.
Apparently, I won some award back in 1992 – the Arion Foundation Award for Outstanding Musical Achievement? And it’s posted somewhere in my old high school: North Central High School, in Indianapolis, Indiana.
It’s a really long movie, clocking in at an hour and a half. I jumped around a lot, and the more I saw… the more I remembered. The talking dog, the evil witch/mother, the princess, the princess-looking mouse, the other mouse who was old and had a sword.
For those of you familiar with Yakko’s World, this is a variation on the original… with all the countries spoken through dialog found in movies.
“So call and I’ll get right back
If your intentions are pure
I’m seeking a friend for the end of the world”
Every year, I look back over the daily blog posts I’ve made… and I try to pick out my favorite. I curate a list of my Ten Best Days for the year, and I add them to my overall tally.
I usually start off by bookmarking anything of interest, and then slowing whittling things down from there. It’s an interesting process, in that there ends up being lots of interesting moments worth remembering… but many don’t quite make the cut, in terms of the top-10 list.
Over the weekend, several of us were staying at Stacey and Shane’s house. On Friday night, Jahnu was queuing up YouTube videos (he recently discovered some of the vieos I’ve posted of him and Jasmine), and tracked down several of the commercials that my family was involved in, circa the mid 1980’s.
A little before closing time, one page would get a key to the lights and the bullhorn. They’d then go up to the top floor of the library, and on each level they’d flick the lights off and on, off and on. And then hop on the bullhorn, shouting out “The Library will be closing in 10 minutes!”
think I uttered the words “Oh!” when I realized what the movie was. And then quickly uttered the words “Oh, God!” when I realized where in the movie I was at.