Here is a place to list a few things you've tried to "recapture" from earlier days that just can't be recaptured.
A few of mine:
1. action figures2. comic books3. Josie & The Pussycats IN SPACE4. Battle of The Planets5. Voltron6. Twisted Sister7. Star Wars8. horror movies
― asdf troll, Sunday, 28 November 2004 03:55 (twenty-one years ago)
― I Am Curious (George) (Rock Hardy), Sunday, 28 November 2004 03:57 (twenty-one years ago)
― Orbit (Orbit), Sunday, 28 November 2004 03:59 (twenty-one years ago)
― g--ff (gcannon), Sunday, 28 November 2004 04:00 (twenty-one years ago)
― It's hard to kill a horse with a flute (AaronHz), Sunday, 28 November 2004 04:04 (twenty-one years ago)
― Alex in NYC (vassifer), Sunday, 28 November 2004 04:05 (twenty-one years ago)
I used to love that game. Now it's only ok if anything at all.
― Aja (aja), Sunday, 28 November 2004 04:06 (twenty-one years ago)
― Orbit (Orbit), Sunday, 28 November 2004 04:06 (twenty-one years ago)
― jones (actual), Sunday, 28 November 2004 04:12 (twenty-one years ago)
― Roger Fidelity (Roger Fidelity), Sunday, 28 November 2004 04:15 (twenty-one years ago)
― Pangolino (ricki spaghetti), Sunday, 28 November 2004 04:16 (twenty-one years ago)
― Pangolino (ricki spaghetti), Sunday, 28 November 2004 04:26 (twenty-one years ago)
― Roger Fidelity (Roger Fidelity), Sunday, 28 November 2004 04:30 (twenty-one years ago)
― Snush (x Jeremy), Sunday, 28 November 2004 04:32 (twenty-one years ago)
― Pleasant Plains (Pleasant Plains), Sunday, 28 November 2004 05:48 (twenty-one years ago)
― Roger Fidelity (Roger Fidelity), Sunday, 28 November 2004 05:49 (twenty-one years ago)
Um, I think that's it.
― Drama Queen Wannabe (Dee the Lurker), Sunday, 28 November 2004 05:57 (twenty-one years ago)
― Drama Queen Wannabe (Dee the Lurker), Sunday, 28 November 2004 05:58 (twenty-one years ago)
― Riot Gear! (Gear!), Sunday, 28 November 2004 06:10 (twenty-one years ago)
― I'm serious ... Ti-i-i-i-im (deangulberry), Sunday, 28 November 2004 06:15 (twenty-one years ago)
― Does John Coltrane Dream of a Merry-go-round? (ex machina), Sunday, 28 November 2004 06:26 (twenty-one years ago)
(Roger Dean! HA!)
― Pleasant Plains (Pleasant Plains), Sunday, 28 November 2004 06:28 (twenty-one years ago)
― I'm serious ... Ti-i-i-i-im (deangulberry), Sunday, 28 November 2004 06:30 (twenty-one years ago)
― Pleasant Plains (Pleasant Plains), Sunday, 28 November 2004 06:31 (twenty-one years ago)
― gypsy mothra (gypsy mothra), Sunday, 28 November 2004 06:42 (twenty-one years ago)
― Laura H. (laurah), Sunday, 28 November 2004 06:53 (twenty-one years ago)
― caitlin oh no (caitxa1), Sunday, 28 November 2004 06:54 (twenty-one years ago)
― LeCoq (LeCoq), Sunday, 28 November 2004 09:12 (twenty-one years ago)
― Eisbär (llamasfur), Sunday, 28 November 2004 12:52 (twenty-one years ago)
― ailsa (ailsa), Sunday, 28 November 2004 13:09 (twenty-one years ago)
You're just not taking the right pictures, then.
Please don't tell me the first "Star Wars" doesn't hold up. I still believe it does. Am I wrong?
― Alex in NYC (vassifer), Sunday, 28 November 2004 13:27 (twenty-one years ago)
― stockholm cindy (Jody Beth Rosen), Sunday, 28 November 2004 13:43 (twenty-one years ago)
― asdf troll, Sunday, 28 November 2004 15:32 (twenty-one years ago)
― maria tessa sciarrino (theoreticalgirl), Sunday, 28 November 2004 15:33 (twenty-one years ago)
― caitlin oh no (caitxa1), Sunday, 28 November 2004 16:01 (twenty-one years ago)
Holds up just fine.
― Ned Raggett (Ned), Sunday, 28 November 2004 16:02 (twenty-one years ago)
― Penelope_111 (Penelope_111), Sunday, 28 November 2004 16:58 (twenty-one years ago)
― Penelope_111 (Penelope_111), Sunday, 28 November 2004 16:59 (twenty-one years ago)
I'm thinking, is there really enough call on ILE for people to talk about their meddling in alchemy or the time they tried to use their vacuum cleaner to simulate the sound of shortwave radio on some avant garde soundscape they were making?
― Just Kate (papa november), Sunday, 28 November 2004 17:01 (twenty-one years ago)
― Penelope_111 (Penelope_111), Sunday, 28 November 2004 17:02 (twenty-one years ago)
― lovebug starski (lovebug starski), Sunday, 28 November 2004 17:12 (twenty-one years ago)
― Ned Raggett (Ned), Sunday, 28 November 2004 17:14 (twenty-one years ago)
― lovebug starski (lovebug starski), Sunday, 28 November 2004 17:37 (twenty-one years ago)
― Ned Raggett (Ned), Sunday, 28 November 2004 17:37 (twenty-one years ago)
― lovebug starski (lovebug starski), Sunday, 28 November 2004 17:41 (twenty-one years ago)
― Ned Raggett (Ned), Sunday, 28 November 2004 17:42 (twenty-one years ago)
― Snush (x Jeremy), Sunday, 28 November 2004 18:06 (twenty-one years ago)
I bought a DVD and tried to explain to others who hadn't seen it the way that it blazed through my childhood in all its futuristic Japanese animated glory.
We watched it together.
It kinda sucks, basically.
"you can't go back" indeed.
― Drew Daniel (Drew Daniel), Monday, 29 November 2004 18:19 (twenty-one years ago)
Also, I went to a 1994-style rave this spring, where they were spinning records like Acen and early Prodigy. It was fun, but I felt so old.
― Tantrum The Cat (Tantrum The Cat), Monday, 29 November 2004 18:30 (twenty-one years ago)
― nickalicious (nickalicious), Monday, 29 November 2004 18:36 (twenty-one years ago)
I feel like a sad old rave hag because I totally trawl the used bins in search of Acen stuff. It has left this planet for a better place, apparently.
― Drew Daniel (Drew Daniel), Monday, 29 November 2004 18:58 (twenty-one years ago)
At least I'm not like my dad who gets off of the interstate because everyone's driving so much darn faster these days.
― Pleasant Plains (Pleasant Plains), Monday, 29 November 2004 19:45 (twenty-one years ago)
― alex in montreal, Monday, 29 November 2004 20:01 (twenty-one years ago)
― asdf troll, Monday, 29 November 2004 20:44 (twenty-one years ago)
Does the format matter? I can outfit you with some MP3s. Just drop me a line.
― Tantrum The Cat (Tantrum The Cat), Monday, 29 November 2004 22:24 (twenty-one years ago)
Do tell!
― Jesus Christ, Paraplegic (Mark C), Tuesday, 30 November 2004 13:08 (twenty-one years ago)
― trigonalmayhem (trigonalmayhem), Tuesday, 30 November 2004 15:48 (twenty-one years ago)
actually, thoughboth of those are still applicable for me
― trigonalmayhem (trigonalmayhem), Tuesday, 30 November 2004 15:49 (twenty-one years ago)
Well, it's a long story, but here goes. Rewind to the summer of 1981 when I was a lad all of fourteen years old. "Heavy Metal: the Motion Picture" was a highly anticipated film for m'self and my peer group -- but being only 14, the prospect of actually being able to see the film (which was rated "R" due to some arguably racy content) was daunting. In any event, somehow my friend Charlie and I conned his mother into taking us. Suffice to say, we were most gleefull. I already owned the soundtrack (I started a thread about it a while ago, I believe) and was already well on the way with being obsessed. Mrs. F (Charlie's mom) had to go run some errand before picking us up to take us to the film, so Charlie and I spent the afternoon getting all amped up -- as your average 14 yr. old is wont to do -- about the film. I believe I was actually jumping up and down on the bed (or was it a couch?), invariably air-guitaring along to some selection on the soundtrack. We hear Charlie's mom pull into the driveway. "YES! WE'RE GOING TO HEAVY METAL!" I decide that the right way to celebrate our departure is to jump from bed/couch to chair and then out the door in a manner of gymnastic flamboyance. As fate would have it, the chair on the receiving end of my jump turns out to be a folding chair. And fold it does, greatly altering my planned trajectory. My face slams down onto the corner of a protruding suitcase, basically PUNCTURING MY HEAD on the left side of face where chin fuses with cheek. I'm bleeding from my face and inside my mouth. It ain't pretty. Mrs. F sees and is horrified. "We need to get you to a hospital!" she say. "ABSOLUTELY NOT," I strenuously protest, bleeding profusely from the mouth, "WE ARE GOING TO HEAVY METAL! I'M FINE, SLAP A BAND-AID ON IT AND LET'S GO!" In an act of herculean irresponsibility, Mrs.F actually heeds my earnest demand, puts an entirely insufficient and paltry butterfly-bandaid on my exterior wound, and off we go to the movies. Over mouthfulls of bloody popcorn, I bask in the sci-firrific idiocy of the film, later claiming it to be the pinacle of my young life.
Several years later. The film in question get held up from VHS release by copyright problems and such, until about 1995 or so, when it is re-born on store shelves. In the ensuing years, the wound on my face from that afternoon has settled into a nice little scar that in all probability will be with me for the rest of my days. Since I'm scarred for life, I figure: "I should own this movie!" So, I go buy it. Having not seen it since that first viewing, I pop it in the ol' VCR and settle in for an evening of youthful reminiscence.
IT'S CRAP! The animation is pathetic, the writing is godawful, the plot is weak. Ugh. The soundtrack isn't even that stellar, in retrospect.
Anyway, that's the story.
― Alex in NYC (vassifer), Tuesday, 30 November 2004 16:51 (twenty-one years ago)
Yes, it's crap.
― gypsy mothra (gypsy mothra), Tuesday, 30 November 2004 17:02 (twenty-one years ago)
― briania (briania), Tuesday, 30 November 2004 17:33 (twenty-one years ago)