And the synthesizers in the eighties were nothing like moogs

Irrelevant I guess. I was casually reliving a memory from when I was a child, but there’s always got to be a pedant to further solidify my general withdrawal from society because I’m clearly not satisfactorily intelligent enough for it.

They existed and were more of a new wave instrument at the time, but not heavily used in rock like that.

I was unaware of Brownsville Station when I was eleven.

Sorry to have failed your class professor.

We couldn’t all be Jack Black in high fidelity at that age.

I believe I was in sixth grade when that album came out.

First of all, it used a whole lot of synthesizers, which were pretty new technology at the time, and I felt like I was living in the future when I heard it.

As to the album cover, it somehow didn’t register with my that it was a baby smoking.

Rather, it made me think of teenagers smoking in the high school bathroom.

Motley Crue’s Smokin in the Boys Room came out a year later, so I don’t think that influenced my mental image.

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Combination of being salaried plus industry culture.

It’s been years since I’ve eaten food away from my desk. And God forbid I should forget to bring food and need to run downstairs for sixteen seconds to purchase something. That’s truly one of the seven deadly sins.

I believe that’s the European Union free trade zone for bidets and electric kettles. Metric cash only, please.

What I found via the experiences I relayed is that most jukeboxes will allow you to download just about anything. Too niche for an old school unit that has a fixed number of CDs in it, but not too niche for the Internet.

Jesus Christ. I met my ex-girlfriend through mutual music tastes. We both followed bands that are well under the national radar.

I couldn’t take her to bars because she would load up the jukebox with hours worth of the music we listened to.

I’m the first to admit that it’s an acquired taste, not necessarily something you want to blast throughout a bar full of drunks who don’t know it and more likely than not won’t like it.

This happened over and over. Got thrown out of a couple places because she would get in fights over it.

Not in computers. I’m an accountant. I don’t have enough money to throw the double middle fingers. Can somebody please, for the love of all that’s holy, show me the way out or, you know, come sneak onto my property when I’m not looking and delete me?

Edit: JUST now, I got told that I’m unprofessional because I refuse to give my personal cell phone number to all three thousand of our clients. I said that my private phone funded by my personal money is not a business asset and they can give me a company phone if they want me texting clients. This was met with a huff, turning of a back on me, and storming off.

There were a bunch of geese around my grandparents’ house when I was a kid. God those things would torment me. They had free range of the property and I tended to completely avoid the area they hung out because they were hyper aggressive and would chase after me every time I got anywhere near them. I was six years old, so it felt like they were as tall as me and they were definitely faster.

It wasn’t so bad once I got a little older, a little taller, and relied more on my bicycle than my feet for movement.

Nonetheless, those things gave me childhood trauma to the extent that I still can’t stand geese some forty five years later.

I remember when Facebook was solely for college students. Now it seems to have a three denture minimum.

No good story ever began with a glass of milk.

Anthony Burgess: Hold my milk plus.

I didn’t wake up this morning with the knowledge that I’m about to move to Pennsylvania and convert to being Amish.

PayPal was so far ahead of the curve. I’ve actively avoided using them for a long because of something that happened many years ago. I sense that young people see it as a boomer app.

PayPal could’ve been the big bank of the Internet and they fucked it up.

Just looked through some of that stuff. Holy hell, it would be easier to be seen as without sin through the eyes of an angry old testament God than it would be to be seen as worthy of dating from that crowd. And that’s fine, because I would want less than zero to do with it.

(Assuming it’s real. Who knows? Could be a bunch of neckbeards cosplaying, but if I’ve learned anything in life, it’s that there are shitty shitty men in this world, and that there are equally shitty shitty women in this world)

She died first

Shitty Boeing aside, how are they eating up there? I don’t know anything about space station food logistics, but if a planned week has turned into ten weeks, surely there must be a resource strain.

Edit: Google search says they can regularly send up unmanned supply ships.

Can’t really get a solid grasp of the place via search. Can you explain?

There was a gay bar not to far from me that used to do drag queen bingo brunch, so this doesn’t seem too far off a stretch, though I’d suspect our delightful Texas State government would find reason to criminalize it were somebody to try doing it here.

I never got around to going to the drag queen bingo brunch, so I don’t know if it was for cash. Knowing how Texas works, it was probably for low value prizes.

Edit: Those crazy Canadians were playing erotic bingo fourteen years ago.