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There is nothing good to look back on, except some of the pussy I crushed, so nope.
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Lately, I've kind of gotten into the habit of tuning into old Andy Griffith reruns with my morning coffee out of a combination of boredom and I think some nostalgia.
This morning, I was surprised and amused to see a young Jack Nicholson appearing in an episode as a guest star. But then, I've recently had several such surprises with that show.
I have a tendency to live in the past. I would give anything to wake up and be 16 again. There's nothing like that first true love which you carry with you for a lifetime. I find as I'm more into my twilight years, I can recall events more readily from long ago vs events from last week!
"Life is like a roll of toilet paper...the more you use....the faster it goes!"
Nastalgic?
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All this time we didn't catch it, but you did. It's odd those of us who normally spell correctly, can see the word, but not realize the misspelling. We just skip right over it. Now looking at it, it hits me in the face. I've been called a nit picky word police, but I don't mind being corrected. I've been having a discussion with someone who writes "alright". When I corrected, I was informed it is accepted informally. It may be accepted, but it's "alwrong".
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Lighten up, Francis. I was just funnin' with the dude.
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Huh? I was agreeing with you and thanking you for shaking my noggin. Why would I need to lighten up? And, I'm not a "bro", but you can call me "sis"!
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Oh okay, sis. I thought I detected a slight note of sarcasm. Sorry.
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Apology accepted! I swear I've read my post over and over while attempting to be objective. I don't see "a slight note of sarcasm". IDK, maybe it was the structure? It was late or early depending on the hour. Anyone else?
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Thanks. It's not you, it's me. I'm just so used to snarkiness I'm surprised by an honest compliment.
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This I can understand. It can be brutal on these boards. Posters sit at their keyboards and being anonymous spew out snarky, vile, vicious replies. I often wonder how they talk to their families and friends. If a friend talked to me in the same manner I read on these boards, s/he would not be a friend much longer. We have to be careful how we post. A perfectly innocent, benign post can be construed as hostile. Just today someone wrote an innocent remark:"You guys are so funny." Another poster took offense. Like you s/he saw something which wasn't there. The poster was laughing with us...not at us with a snide remark. S/he was grilled as to the meaning of that simple line resulting in an explanation. After that all was well, the chip taken off the shoulder, etc. We then ask ourselves "Why are we here?"
shareSince I was the one who posted the response you're talking about, I can assure you it wasn't even close to taking offense. It was a play on Joe Pesci's character in Goodfellas, done completely in fun. For a film board, sometimes you guys miss the most obvious things...
shareThis is interesting and also somewhat amusing because that's the immediate mental connection I made while reading kspkap's above post. That scene has become so iconic.
shareWe do, don't we? This is what I was writing about. I've never seen Goodfellas so it went right over my head. Therefore, I misinterpreted what you wrote and read a defense in your words. I can not see or hear the inflection, only the written word. You do like to throw those zingers out there, but as you wrote, we "guys miss the most obvious things..." To you they are obvious. It might behoove you to credit the source, but then all the fun would taken out of the jest.
BTW, do you know the source of "You talkin' to me? You talkin' to me?"
Of course. It's from Taxi Driver. And BTW, if you've not seen either that or Goodfellas, you should do so. Violent and profanity-filled, yes, but also great films with great acting.
shareThe violence I can handle if it's not over the top graphic. I recently watched "Hacksaw Ridge" which is supposedly the most graphic as far as violence since "Saving Private Ryan". I diverted my eyes at times. It should be viewed by all Junior and Senior high school students. I was so moved by the true story of a war hero (Medal of Honor winner)who never fired a shot, yet he managed to save around 100 fellow marines. Mel Gibson, as director, was able to depict what real war looks like. It was disturbing as true war is. The profanity problem can be solved by filters on my new DVD/BlueRay player. I can bleep the f-bomb, but correct me if I'm wrong....most of the dialogue would be bleeped!
shareIn Goodfellas, for sure. But the extreme profanity is part of the characters' personae, and it should be viewed in that context. After all, cursing in a film may be unpleasant to some, but doesn't really hurt anyone, right? Violence in either isn't as extreme as the films you mentioned.
BTW, if you want to see a very well-done, quite realistic depiction of war, check out the HBO series, "The Pacific"
We own the collector's special edition of "The Pacific". I'm reading the reviews about "Hacksaw Ridge", the story of Desmond T Doss. Mostly 5 stars. Those who gave a low star review complained about the graphic gore! "We know what war is. We don't have to see such gore in a movie." Really? Does this reviewer believe war is all John Wayne...no blood and intestines falling out, legs and arms blown off. I agree with other reviews stating Mel Gibson did a masterful job portraying the realism of war. It ain't pretty!
sharePeople like that should stick with Wayne-type fiction. War was never pretty, nor should it be shown as such
shareJust as in The Passion of the Christ where he caught a lot of flak for the same reason.
After watching that, the average person would conclude that Jesus should have died from the flogging alone, it was so intense and brutal.
All these years I've been writing it as "alright" (not a native speaker). I hope I remember that it's not entirely correct. English spelling is very problematic sometimes lol
shareThat's quite all right. English is a difficult language to learn. So many words are spelled the same, but have different meanings. FYI:
"HOMONYMS are words that sound alike but have different meanings. Homophones are a type of homonym that also sound alike and have different meanings, but have different spellings. ... Heteronyms are a type of homograph that are also spelled the same and have different meanings, but sound different."
Confused yet? I know I am and I speak only English.
Be grateful (not greatful) you speak more than one language.
Oh, I am grateful! It's just a bit frustrating sometimes when you come from a language that's largely phonetic (though that brings it's own set of problems, when it comes to dialects). And facture in the British vs American spelling, and you have a recipe for torturing school children with writing line after line of the same word, just to get the spelling down.
Edit: Hit the submit to soon.
At least verb conjugation is relatively easy in English (with the exception of irregular verbs).
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You had a hit? As in a hit record? Come on Dewey you have got to elaborate!
I have a reunion coming up for those of us who were born 1963/64 and I am desperate to find any excuse to not go.Anybody that I liked,I've kept in touch with and I've just zero interest in standing around for hours nursing a warm acidic glass of wine talking about the past 35 years with people I barely knew.Why would I? since we were all by sheer chance sharing an education in the same building doesn't mean we should be pals.
Have you ever come across someone you liked when you were young and then realised they'd turned into an obnoxious adult?
If I had a hit record we wouldn't be having this conversation.
I would be still living off the royalties and would hire somebody to do this for me.
I'd have all the friends that money can buy so I'd never have to be alone.
I totally agree. It's also bad when you see somebody you haven't seen and they remember something
so wonderful and funny, They tell this long boring story.
Then they ask you "do you remember that". Your response "I have no idea what you're talking about."
So painful. Everybody asking you about what you've been doing but not really interested.
Everybody judging people. I just don't see the point.
Yes, I have come across those people. You're thinking to yourself -
You were going to shake your ass on the hood of White Snake's car.
What happened to you ? Why are you such
a d-bag ? Do you even remember when you were cool ?
They are the worst.
Or they are telling a story to others involving you both but they've embellished so much of it that you feel that they're remembering scenes from a movie they've watched and believe it all really happened.You're laughing but your bowels are clenching.
My friend has this story about me where I got drunk before we even got to the disco and had to go home.It was sad,it was mundane it was deeply shaming and it wasn't everything but hilariously funny.The context is I was 17 and it was my first night out after having my daughter in what can only be described as full on dramatic circumstances (the scandal!).I drank too much in the getting ready stage and ended going home in a "right old state".She tells it frequently and I always laugh but I hate that she does it.It isn't a happy memory and I'm sometimes quite suspiciousness as to why she keeps telling it.
The last reunion I went to was a smaller affair but there was quite as bit of one upmanship going on.You're very much judged on "what are you doing" which loosely translates to "how much do you earn?"
It's kind of strange that we never ask "Are you happy?"
Why Dazed, you scandalous wild child you.
That doesn't sound pleasant at all and definitely not a good memory.
People usually only do things if they get something out of it.
For her to keep telling that story she's getting something out of it.
She's the only one who knows that is.
I've been chatting with kspkap, we've been sharing stories of our not so great moments.
I have a feeling if we asked "are you happy" most people would just say extremely happy.
Another way of them trying to stay ahead of you.
No matter what you're talking about they will tell you about their new car, or house
or vacations that have been on. Of course theirs will always be better than yours.
Haha! I wasn't really wild,just stupid enough to think it couldn't happen to me!
I've been drunk in varying degrees many times since (hic!) and had lots of fun.
That particular time I was just supposed to have fun after a few months of difficult times and I let my family down by getting legless and sick.I feel a bit sad for my teenage self,is that weird?
As for my friend,I suspect you're correct.
I've really enjoyed reading your and kspkap reminiscences. The whole mortuary sobering up story was an eye opener!
No matter what you're talking about they will tell you about their new car, or house
or vacations that have been on.
One of the worst things about FB! Scrolling through pages of smug new car/holiday snaps.
God I sound bitter and I'm really not,I don't get the whole sharing every second of your exciting life thing.I don't know about you but when we're having a family day we're having fun not taking photos and thinking up hash tags!
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Not weird at all. I think we talked about going back in time and
talking to our young selves. I would yell at myself. "What are you doing!!"
I suspect you would have a few choice words for yourself on that night.
I've got some stories better than my Chicago one, which was tame for me.
I don't think any of them would touch that one by kspkap.
I don't get it either. I have never been on FB. I really don't care about
that stuff or what you had for dinner much less see a picture of it.
You can say Oh, it's for the kids. The people our age are just has bad maybe worse.
@godewey:
"I've got some stories better than my Chicago one, which was tame for me."
Oh please, pretty please, do tell. Just don't bring another song into the mix.
You know like "Oh, what a night, Late December back in 63...."
Haha. I'll do my best.
This adventure started on a Thursday night. I received a phone call from
a friend that we were going on a road trip. At this time I was living in Tucson.
Alcohol was involved. There were also other factors that were involved. I'll leave it at that.
We were going to Phoenix to visit some friends at ASU. We went to several bars and the
Devil House which was a dance club.
Somewhere during this time is when things get hazy. I remember bits a pieces of the
weekend. There are polaroids out there of this trip. Let's just say I did a lot of things that
I just don't remember. . Even after looking at the pictures I don't remember exactly what happened.
I haven't seen those pictures in years. My friends loved showing the pictures to everyone.
I woke up in a Las Vegas hotel on Monday afternoon not knowing where I was.
Not one of my finer moments.
Those damn marshmallows again?
Did you get married to a stranger while you were in Vegas?
Those damn marshmallows have haunted me my whole life.
Never thought of that. Not that I know of.
There were a lot of strangers involved to be sure.
That room was a disaster. It must have been a hell of a party.
I tried to track my journey from the receipts but that led nowhere.
I never got punched or slapped by anybody so I think
that's a good thing. I have lost touch those friends.
I sometimes wonder if those pictures are still out there.
I'm too much of a lightweight to have any stories like this.π
I hate mixing drinks anyway, simply because regurgitating it all later is no fun!
So I tend to stick with wine and once I've had enough or too much I just go to sleep!
The pictures may well be out there,scanned and put on FB for the world to see! You doing a line of marshmallows in a seedy (always seedy,they have to be) hotel room...
I'm no stranger to a drink.
There were also other influences. This might have been the worst
I have ever been. Basically 3 days I can't account for. Other than
bits and pieces. My friends would always tell me what happened
but they all had different stories. So either I did all of that , none of that
or some of that. Like your friend, mine loved telling those stories
and carried those pictures everywhere.
I always expect to find me somewhere on the internet on one of those
sites. So far so good.
BTW you are correct. The hotel was not the MGM Grand.
Why did we do it ?
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"Basically 3 days I can't account for" Our bad, right? This is exactly how I was when rolled under the car at Daytona. (not counting the other escapade) The photo taken and passed around at school made me look dead. I was on my back, legs perfectly straight, arms crossed and placed on my chest with a smile on my face. I just know they posed me for that damnable photo! Again thank the good Lord there were no mobiles or video cameras!
You know they posed you for that photo. That's what friends are for.
It could have been much worse. They had you in a funeral parlor.
They could have had a lot of fun with that camera.
Oh, the horrors! Just thinking about that crew having a camera/polaroid available to take snapshots makes me shudder! But, something else would have made it worse. They could have taken me to the hospital then my parents would have been called! If that had occurred I would have wished I had died!
shareI'll say it again, that's what friend are for.
Having fun but still having your back.
I bet the next morning you did wish you had died.
Must have had a huge head thumper.
Most men have in their garage/workshop one of those fixed table vices. If I had had access to one, well, it could not have hurt any worse. I honestly believe I had alcohol poisoning. As you have pointed out, I was fortunate to have (and still have) my friends.
As I reply to you other events come to mind...again my "friends having my back." Oh, dear God, how did I make it through my teens?!!
How did you you make it through your teens?
You got buy With a Little Help From Your Friends.
Sorry, I couldn't resist. I figured it was time for a new tune.
I never heard of it. No wonder, not one of their better ones! Did you look at the youtube video? They looked down right silly! I send to you "You've Got A Friend" by the Muppets, wasn't it?
Maybe later I'll relate another tale I just recalled about Daytona.
Oh, Lord, "I Was Born Under a Wandering Star"!
The Joe Cocker version is better. It has much more soul.
You've Got a Friend is Carole King. James Taylor also
did a version. The Muppet's probably did too.
It sounds like it was a good star.
I look forward to more stories.
I believe this would be apropos:
"Oh, what a night
Late December back in sixty three
What a very special time for me
As I remember, what a night
Oh, what a night, you know I didn't even know her name
But I was never gonna be the same
What a lady, what a night
Oh, I, I got a funny feelin' when she walked in the room
Oh my, as I recall it ended much too soon....."
Now you have that song in my head.
Turnabout is fair play. Nicely done.
I think you may be right. The bad thing is in the song
he remembers and recalls. I can't.
I look back at those days and wonder why and what were we doing.
I guess it's all part of youth. At least everything we did was to ourselves.
Never to anybody else. (except maybe the maids at the hotel)
Now I can reply after composing myself. Too, too funny! I was on the other thread writing a reply to you about drinks we never want to touch again. Did you read Dazed's comment about me re:the funeral home caper and I had probably drank embalming fluid?LOL!
The maids? The maids? That's the trouble with getting blitzed...we don't remember the fun either. BTW, did you ever have to clean a twenty pound turkey Thanksgiving morning for a house full of guests when you're still snockered from the night before? Darn Old Milwaukee beer. That rot gut stuff! I couldn't blame the sun that time...I just wished I could have stuck my head in that bird's arse!
That is hysterical. Who knows maybe you did.
I meant the maids having to clean up the mess. But who knows. :)
I've said it before when you get that bad you might have had the
time of your life but you'll never know.
Gotta love the holidays. Old Milwaukee is disgusting. Such a bad hangover from
that stuff. You also need to make sure your stocked up on toilet paper.
As long as you remembered to turn the oven on I think you were OK.
Just remember, it could always be worse. If your embarrassing night out happened more recently, your friend would likely supplement her storytelling with photos and/or video of the event. Then she would post them to Facebook π¦
shareI dread to think! I am grateful that fb didnt exist back then.All that remains of our youth is a few photographs.
Although I think I'd be really annoyed with someone if they did that to me even now.
Weirdly, I am more nostalgic for my grandparents' past than my own. I know they were dirt poor growing up in the 1930s-1940s, but their stories just evoke a whole different world I wished I could experience. I might not want to live in their time forever, but I'd like to experience it for a while.
shareI am very nostalgic. I've never been happier in my life as I am now but I still miss certain things about the past, mostly the personal contact that was necessary to conduct life. I miss just normal phone calls instead of texts. I miss talking to people when I phoned a customer service line. Don't get me wrong, I am very grateful for all the easy access we have to information but I hate that it can be used to build these fire walls between people. I miss privacy! I miss department stores. I miss lots of different products that seem to have disappeared. What happened to Sea and Ski sunblock? I've got a million of those complaints. I feel there's a lack of optimism about the future in the zeitgeist that I miss.
shareI'm always looking back, usually with regret for the choices I've made. But I recognize the futility of that kind of thinking.
I'm reminded of a line from a Billy Joel song:
The good old days weren't also so good
and tomorrow ain't as bad as it seems
That's very true Mr.Joel.
It's good to recognise that it's futile thinking Tex,can't change a thing and I wonder if we could change things would we?