Add this post from Blork to the topics: "Atlantic Canada elected 20 Liberals to Parliament with only 475,000 votes" !!! That is insane.

And this. You really need to know more if you are going to fret properly.

"Everyone gets kicked" went to 100 comments and you're getting us going again? -- you're a slave master.

Re: this. The nastiest hits are always the blindsides, not the ones you're looking for.

Me and the wife always have some champaigne in the fridge, in case one of those rocks gets serious about obliterating the planet. What else can do you with five minutes left? (I suppose this is where one fills in the blanks)

SOCIAL GLUE: Well, look at those of us who seem to be regulars at Gen X at 40. Alan has created the equivalent to a 1979 era paneled basement rec room, where everybody wants to hang out after school. There is a ping pong table, old stuffed sofas (or is that a chesterfield?) a dart board, plenty of doritos, and a stereo with Pink Floyd albums ready to go. I ask myself why I hang here, but it is a congenial and interesting place that Alan has created.

Did someone mention Doritos?

I am fairly confident that Doritos are post-1979. <p>Gary's analogy reminds me that in my 1981 yearbook there is a montage from the actual rec room we inhabited through high school with iconic examples of what was important to our gang displayed in still life. I suspect it is undeciferable without certain forms of assistance.

yum, coco crisps

1979ish, because doritos were an important part of my teen years. I bet Marian is killer at darts, philosophers always have these interesting hidden talents.
Alan, was 'The Wall' in that montage?

<i>The Wall</i> was the anti-cool. Music for people with Chevy Novas who were trying to be deep. We were heavy <i>Talking Heads 77</i> sorts. I walked out of the movie <i>The Wall</i> much to the confusion of my date.

Sure sure sure, Talking Heads, Clash, Monty Python, Dr Who, THOSE kinds of kids. Gotcha. Me too. But I thought everybody liked Pink Floyd?

I liked Pink Floyd. I liked The Wall a lot though I prefer Animals these days. When I first moved to Toronto, one of my buddies and I used to call up friends at 2 AM in the morning and play The Wall over the phone. Ah, good times. People stopped answering their phones after awhile though...

I'm just remembering those ads with Avery Schreiber (sp?) getting foiled in his nefarious activities by a Doritos crunch.

Oh, and Blahgger Bob has decided that Canada should invest in nukes. Actually I kinda like the idea of Canada having a nuclear-powered navy, but I think Bob means something different.

Coco a no-go? no show fo sho?

:-(

Sometimes you just need a little Floyd. Someone at my high school scribbled on the brick wall outside the theatre "Another brick in the wall?"

DJ shows great wisdom--after all, Pink Floyd sang it for us 'hey, teacher, leave them kids alone'
I had a pal up the street who not only had doritos and a big TV, his father collected antique slot machines. Yes, they worked, and there was lotsa change around for play....
I notice Marian is still hanging around the 'kicked' post.
And yes, Alan, maybe the Red Sox are going to make another big mistake.

Hmm, "That 70's Blog". Nah.

I do have every PF album on my iPod. I'll have to do a runthrough some day ... that would be a bit scary, I think.

In 1979, I was twelve and I had just bought my first record. It was a 45 of "We Are The Champions" by Queen. I thought Queen was the greatest until one of my sister's talked me out of it. Otherwise, I was a nerd's nerd and the teacher's pet. My best friend was a tall gawky guy with a speech impediment who (it later turned out) was gay. He listened to stuff like "Dead Babies" by Alice Cooper and smoked a lot of dope in the attic. His parents never seemed to be home. I eventually dumped him as a friend so that I could pursue a full time career as a hermit.

sisters.

Oh, is this not the childhood confessions thread?

It appears to have really been about teen rec room and blogging space as a valid analogy. From more of a procedural than content point of view as well - we really do not need to know too many details. Remember. The internet is forever. Do you really want to share that much?

Got it.

Actually, are you sure? My life could work as a sort of light comedy. You know, like Paul Moth's Mexican film career...Oh never mind.

I mentally reserve the title of Moth's other show, <i>Sunny Days and Nights</i>, for another blogger of our mutual acquaintance.

Really? Who?

Yay! Queen!

I nominate Marian for the next reader profile. Tell us more! Confess!

Uh Oh.

I second the nomination.

Me too. Anyone who lives in Budapest can't be entirely bad.

Well, its decided then! Cough it up then, Marian, Who Are You? I really wanna know.
DJ-you're next please, Portland has already made his excuses.
Alan, do you feel the inmates have started to run the asylum?

To a certain degree, that is the point. We are merely somewhat exclusive as to who gets to be an inmate.

I work for a private intelligence agency funded by the Bilderberg Group. I could tell you more, but I would have to kill you. If you want, (and Alan is willing) I'll send along some declassified photos of my trip to Mexico.

I work for a private intelligence agency funded by the Bilderberg Group.

You too???

We few. We happy few.

Sure, Marian - send along a bio sketch and some pictures. We need more of these and Arthur is next.

So who is the "Sunny" blogger?

Dreamy Pollyanna? Sees only the sunnyside when all around him is a tawdry facade?

Send me an e-mail. I know many yes-men, but I'm not sure I can guess.

Arthur, I have to kill you now.

Arthur, I have to kill you now.

I can keep a secret. I promise!

We need more of these and Arthur is next.

I'm going underground.

I know where to find you. I know how to pronounce Musquodoboit as well as <i>als tu blieft</i>. You can run but you cannot hide. <p>How about an Alfons and Arthur combined bio? Please forward a photo with you wearing the same shirt. Perhaps an Ajax jersey.

Alan, you wouldn't know who is me or who is Arthur. I'm the disguised one.