They existed and were more of a new wave instrument at the time, but not heavily used in rock like that.
I was unaware of Brownsville Station when I was eleven.
Sorry to have failed your class professor.
We couldn’t all be Jack Black in high fidelity at that age.
I believe I was in sixth grade when that album came out.
First of all, it used a whole lot of synthesizers, which were pretty new technology at the time, and I felt like I was living in the future when I heard it.
As to the album cover, it somehow didn’t register with my that it was a baby smoking.
Rather, it made me think of teenagers smoking in the high school bathroom.
Motley Crue’s Smokin in the Boys Room came out a year later, so I don’t think that influenced my mental image.
Combination of being salaried plus industry culture.
It’s been years since I’ve eaten food away from my desk. And God forbid I should forget to bring food and need to run downstairs for sixteen seconds to purchase something. That’s truly one of the seven deadly sins.
A very long time ago, and much less technologically advanced:
I went to boarding school. We had a little bit of a propensity for sneaking out of the dorm at night.
New dean comes in our senior year and installs alarms on all the exits.
Our senior year time capsule contains the controlling keypad to that alarm system that wasn’t even functional for twenty four hours.
I’ve no doubt that today’s teens possess the ingenuity to bypass if not completely disable this thing.
Fucking Adobe PDF is becoming damn near unusable because of this. Frustrating because I absolutely have to use it all day every day.
I believe that’s the European Union free trade zone for bidets and electric kettles. Metric cash only, please.
I don’t know. Some people who experience abuse and escape it become far worse abusers when they’re in position to do so.
What if they’re American vegans who use the imperial system of measurement, don’t own a bidet, and microwave their water for tea? Should I break out the cross and hammer?
I mean to tell you that I’m that regular. Once in the morning and I’m done until tomorrow.
And yes, I wash my body every single day. Are you telling me the paragon of asshole cleanliness that is Europeans doesn’t?
God Europeans are so eager so shit on an of us. Is it the orange monkey we elected? I’d that that did it?
I know Europe loves to shit all over the US on this topic.
Unless I’m sick, well over 95% of my poops take place immediately before I shower. I don’t really see how this is any different.
Also in Texas because twenty years ago, my beloved wife HAD to have a house and there was no way in hell that was happening in California.
Today the wife is gone, the house is gone, the dogs are dead, and the daughter is grown and living in a far away civilized state that respects her right to exist.
And I’m still here. I pretty much don’t leave the house anymore except to go to work and get groceries. So very, very tired of everything here, but no viable way out in the foreseeable future.
I used to work at a place where several partners were members of this church. The open disdain directed toward me for not being a churchgoer and the ostracization the occurred were a significant factor of my decision to leave.
After I left, one of the partners harassed me for several years via phone calls, text messages, and hand written letters mailed to my home trying to get me to turn my heathen ways around.
One of those letters said something asking the lines that while I had chosen eternal damnation for myself, I owed an opportunity of salvation to my daughter, so I needed to bring her to this church.
I don’t remember how many years this continued, but it finally stopped.
The hell is the matter with these people?
I cast my first vote in 1990. It was the first and last time I ever voted for a Republican. Please forgive me. I was eighteen and raised under Reagan. I didn’t yet know better.
Anywho, I concur with your assessment. We’ve fallen so very far.
I’d wager that his lease has a mandatory arbitration clause that requires him to pay up front then try to get it back via arbiters chosen by the landlord.
I had an Apple ][+ in 1982 and an Apple ][c in 1984.
Cost less is a relative term depending on application.
They were cheaper than full business model IBM computers (who hadn’t much entered into the home computer market) but significantly more expensive than other home offerings such as commodore or (shudder) radio shack.
Not in computers. I’m an accountant. I don’t have enough money to throw the double middle fingers. Can somebody please, for the love of all that’s holy, show me the way out or, you know, come sneak onto my property when I’m not looking and delete me?
There were a bunch of geese around my grandparents’ house when I was a kid. God those things would torment me. They had free range of the property and I tended to completely avoid the area they hung out because they were hyper aggressive and would chase after me every time I got anywhere near them. I was six years old, so it felt like they were as tall as me and they were definitely faster.
It wasn’t so bad once I got a little older, a little taller, and relied more on my bicycle than my feet for movement.
Nonetheless, those things gave me childhood trauma to the extent that I still can’t stand geese some forty five years later.
And the synthesizers in the eighties were nothing like moogs
Irrelevant I guess. I was casually reliving a memory from when I was a child, but there’s always got to be a pedant to further solidify my general withdrawal from society because I’m clearly not satisfactorily intelligent enough for it.