

For some reason almost every person in my city says “seen” where they should say “saw”. Drives me bananas.
For some reason almost every person in my city says “seen” where they should say “saw”. Drives me bananas.
Probably 1997, way before anyone had cell phones routinely, I went to an open house kind of interview for some cell phone company who were hiring people to go door to door. They hired everyone who came on the spot, and I never heard from them after that day. The only thing I remember was when the guy who interviewed me said that eventually everyone would have their own phone number, and that was such a foreign concept then.
Sheesh I didn’t know that one.
This bluegrass band who covers pop music tunes called the Cleverlys, and their rendition of the song Low. Shawty got them apple bottomed jeans and the boots with the fur is hilarious with a banjo and stand up bass.
I think Vince Neil of Motley Crue got a ridiculously short sentence for drunk driving manslaughter because his record company bought off the judge so that they could make money off him performing. I suspect a lot of famous people have that happen.
The Beachcombers! Very long running Canadian TV show about a log salvager from British Columbia. I don’t know how you make 18 years out of stray logs, but they did.
I had a teacher in high school, who also coached the hockey team, who liked to make fun of you when you bought into something stupid by saying “did you know they took the word gullible out of the dictionary?”.
So when he said it, I grabbed the dictionary and looked it up and said “no Mr Pizzo it’s right here!”.
He looked wonderingly at me and said “I would expect that from one of my hockey players but not you”.
I also liked Motley Crue a lot in grade 7, and because I had just begun learning French decided to ask my French teacher what the lyric about menage a trois meant. It was very innocent of me, and she told me it meant three people living in a house together.
I kept a Livejournal for many years. I closed it when the Russian government basically took it over for propaganda, but mirrored it to Dreamdwidth. It’s hard to read in places, but it’s helped me a lot regarding ending my relationship and why I’m not crazy.
Ozzy with Sebastian Bach, Bas posted this the other day, and Ozzy’s pants are giving me life.
I’ve never heard of it happening in my 20 years of faxing if that helps at all.
It’s the best. Glam metal is really the greatest era of music.
It’s true. He was absolutely GORGEOUS at that age. I think it was David Lee Roth who met him, took a long look at his face and said “I just wanted to see if you actually look like that”.
Absolutely stellar voice. It’s a shame that he and Skid Row parted ways. Drugs did such bad things to 80s glam metal bands.
I love Bas, even if he is kinda nuts.
She’s not ever been Christian. She just wrote a single song about John the Baptist.
Someone with one leg.
Not so much they can’t be hacked, but that nobody seems to bother to.
Also there is fax spam. I get all these random advertisements faxed to me for companies for window replacement services that don’t actually exist, and sometimes fortune tellers. I have no idea why.
It will never go away in health care and government departments in Canada.
Fax machines will never die no matter how they are mocked. It simply is the easiest way to send documents with private information and it’s fast. At least we have e-faxing now to receive documents.
Because of the medication I’m on and basically having PTSD from relationships, I’m pretty numb to feeling anything. I feel love for my dear friends and their kids, and my dog and my aunt, but I’m just numb to all the shit my ex does, who I still have to live with, I have really no feelings towards my parents except disdain and vague pity, and anything bad or good that happens I’m super flat to, and even find the bad things sometimes a bit funny. The meds help in that I don’t have spiralling anxiety attacks anymore at all which is wonderful, but I’m pretty detached, and while it’s often super helpful, sometimes it worries me that when I finally can not live with my narcissistic ex anymore I won’t get depth of emotion back. I worry he’s destroyed it for good.