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Nov. 5th, 2003 07:24 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
apocalypsosYou know, I'd take that 80s quiz that's been going around, but like I don't get enough daily reminders that I'm using most of my brain cells to store useless information.
The sick thing is, I was a kid in the eighties. You'd think I wouldn't remember shit, but growing up in my house with my dad was like growing up in Pop Culture Boot Camp. So not only do I remember Rio from Jem and jelly shoes and going to see "Ghostbusters II" in the movie theater, I get to know "The Monroes" and what a Johnny Seven gun is and that Thunderbirds are, in fact, Go! I promise to use my pop culture powers for good instead of evil. Unless we're on Jeopardy, and then you're going down, bitch.
That reminds me ... I was supposed to call my dad about Thanksgiving before I went to sleep last night. Damn. I would have, but it's gotten to the point after work where all I want to do is come home, check my email, maybe watch TV, depending what's on, and then pass out. Which is why the early morning LJ post has become a bad habit. I should stop that, by the way. Inevitably, I stumble over to the computer and post something stupid like, "I was up all night because penguins live under my bed and have been testing thermonuclear devices under my head since one in the morning." Which they have, but I really shouldn't complain.
Really. Never piss off penguins with thermonuclear capabilities.
Oh, and just for fun, I was stumbling from website to website when I woke up and tripped over another "Ooo, France is evil, those anti-war fucks!" reference. Jeez, not only did I think the anti-France crap was severely out of style at this point, but I'm still trying to find the bad in a culture that's mainly known for drinking lots of wine, lots of sex, and not going to war.Yes, what a horrible place. Truly, we must avoid being anything like them.
The sick thing is, I was a kid in the eighties. You'd think I wouldn't remember shit, but growing up in my house with my dad was like growing up in Pop Culture Boot Camp. So not only do I remember Rio from Jem and jelly shoes and going to see "Ghostbusters II" in the movie theater, I get to know "The Monroes" and what a Johnny Seven gun is and that Thunderbirds are, in fact, Go! I promise to use my pop culture powers for good instead of evil. Unless we're on Jeopardy, and then you're going down, bitch.
That reminds me ... I was supposed to call my dad about Thanksgiving before I went to sleep last night. Damn. I would have, but it's gotten to the point after work where all I want to do is come home, check my email, maybe watch TV, depending what's on, and then pass out. Which is why the early morning LJ post has become a bad habit. I should stop that, by the way. Inevitably, I stumble over to the computer and post something stupid like, "I was up all night because penguins live under my bed and have been testing thermonuclear devices under my head since one in the morning." Which they have, but I really shouldn't complain.
Really. Never piss off penguins with thermonuclear capabilities.
Oh, and just for fun, I was stumbling from website to website when I woke up and tripped over another "Ooo, France is evil, those anti-war fucks!" reference. Jeez, not only did I think the anti-France crap was severely out of style at this point, but I'm still trying to find the bad in a culture that's mainly known for drinking lots of wine, lots of sex, and not going to war.
