hyldemoer wrote:I spent all of the 80's trying to deal with the mess my first Saturn return put me in. I can't tell you what happened in the bigger world because I was too busy treading water.
But yeah, about two days ago I realized my second Saturn return is just about here.
Huh. Maybe you should buy your Saturns instead of leasing them.
Ahh... The '80's. Loved 'em. They were my college years and I happily, regularly and (for some of it) illegally drank myself to the point of stupidity - a short trip, I've been told - to some of the worst songs ever recorded. Also, though, some truly great bands came out of that decade. Tears For Fears quickly come to mind.
As for The Clash - loved 'em. I was fortunate enough to see them in a small club in '82 or '83. Just after they booted Topper Headon. Great show. Thanks, all, for the nostalgia I'm now enjoying.
This thread reminded me of an 80's show I liked as a little kid. It was called Automan, and was a Tron rip-off ... er... computer-assisted-cop show.
I just found the first 4 episodes on Bittorrent, and boy did I forget how much
the 80s sucked. That was some bad TV. Obviously, early cancellation and
the rose-colored glasses of a 9-year-old clouded my memory.
It starred Desi Arnaz, Jr. who is a walking refutation of all I knew about
genetics.
Oh! And the 2nd episode prominently featured Disco, which I thought was
dead and buried by 1983.
Tell us something.: This is the first sentence. This is the second of the recommended sentences intended to thwart spam its. This is a third, bonus sentence!
Tell us something.: "Tell us something" hits me a bit like someone asking me to tell a joke. I can always think of a hundred of them until someone asks me for one. You know how it is. Right now, I can't think of "something" to tell you. But I have to use at least 100 characters to inform you of that.
Ugh. I was dreading that someone was going to bring up Valley-girl speak. Totally non-tubular. Gag me with a backhoe.
But ah, there was Queen. Survivor. Def Leppard. The Outfield. The Cars. Men at Work.
All of which was almost (but perhaps not quite) enough to counteract the effects of Brian Adams, Madonna, Simply Red, Twisted Sister, and Michael Jackson.
Then there was the mother of all mixed blessings, Styx...
and they're still making you work for a living? 
