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April 20, 2010

OK, You Asked For It, Mike...

All you young whippersnappers, I see your "GenX/Millenial" angst and raise you an Age of Aquarius and a Summer of Love!!!!!

Take this!

And this!

OK, I admit that I threw that last one in for the cringe factor :p

Posted by Cassandra at April 20, 2010 03:40 PM

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Parry -- and riposte!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YIkoSPqjaU4&feature=related

Posted by: BillT at April 20, 2010 04:17 PM

Heh...

In our yearbook for the year I graduated HS, they had us provide a quote. They were supposed to be erudite and thought provoking but some were just downright funny.

My old boyfriend's was "Faster horses, wilder women, older whiskey

- Unanimous

The Unit, on the otter heiny, had a snippet from the Jefferson Airplane.

Posted by: Cassandra at April 20, 2010 04:22 PM

Every time I hear this song, (or My Green Tambourine), I think of the "band" we had as kids - my best friend, her so-cool older brother and a few other kids.

How can you beat lines like:

I really think you're groovy
Let's go out to a movie...

...you're my pride and joy, et cetera (rhymes with "bettah", doncha know...). Or at least it did when I was younger :p

Posted by: Cassandra at April 20, 2010 04:31 PM

Grrr. The angst is not mine... I just was born at the same time as the hot tub sitting "my life is tragedy" crowd.

My favorite quote regarding Gen X was "Any generation that allows itself to be defined by the media deserves whatever it gets."

And before you get all self-righteous-y... my grandparents most likely were the same ages as your grandparents. My maternal grandfather fought alongside Gen. Pershing in Mexico and in WWI. If I'm not terribly mistaken, the hostess is almost the exact same age as my oldest brother (the younger of my two brothers is two years older than I... me being the last of four).

Posted by: MikeD at April 20, 2010 04:35 PM

...the hostess is almost the exact same age as my oldest brother (the younger of my two brothers is two years older than I... me being the last of four).

Let Mike's oldest brother be X...

If the younger of Mike's two brothers is 2 years older than Mike, Mike is the last of 4 kids, and the hostess is the same age as his oldest brother, then how old was General Pershing when WWII started?

Posted by: Snarky Algebra Wench at April 20, 2010 04:46 PM

Five o'clock.

Posted by: BillT at April 20, 2010 04:58 PM

My maternal grandfather fought alongside Gen. Pershing in Mexico and in WWI.

Interesting co-inky-dink. My *paternal* grandpa was a cav Lootenant in the foray into Mexico -- when WWI erupted, he studied the influence of barbed wire and massed machinegun fire on the battlefield, shuddered, and opted for artillery over the cavalry.

He got caught with his gas mask off at Arras and was evac'ed before the war ended.

Posted by: BillT at April 20, 2010 05:27 PM

My high school yearbook "quote" -- they had us do the same thing -- was the Motto of the Order of the Thistle: Nemo Me Impune Lacessit.

Posted by: Grim at April 20, 2010 05:28 PM

My wife's grandfather -- not mine -- was with Pershing in the Philippines. He apparently saved the General's life from a Moro who tried to kill him with a captured Japanese sword. It was a family heirloom when she was growing up.

Posted by: Grim at April 20, 2010 05:29 PM

Now wait a minute, Blogress... IIRC you're the same age as me. So you were about 10 when most of this stuff was recorded. ;)

Actually, I will dip back even further, in order to make this claim: The best in the history of rock and roll was written by Jan and Dean, and appears in "Little Old Lady from Pasadena":


She's gonna get a ticket, sooner or later /
Because she can't keep her foot off the accelerator!

Posted by: Cousin Dave at April 20, 2010 05:37 PM

I had, water bed, a lava lamp and the Moody Blues on 8-Track. Women never had it so good.

Posted by: spd rdr at April 20, 2010 05:37 PM

Speaking of quotes this one has been my email signature for years:

If you can keep your head when all about you are losing theirs then you don't understand the seriousness of the situation.

I have alternately used:
If at first you don't succeed, skydiving may not be for you.

Posted by: Yu-Ain Gonnano at April 20, 2010 05:50 PM

Now wait a minute, Blogress... IIRC you're the same age as me. So you were about 10 when most of this stuff was recorded. ;)

That's why I said "band" - most of us played air guitar :p We had a real drummer, though.

When I was just a rosy cheeked (or was that "cheeky"?) little Editorial Staff, I went about with a small transistor radio pretty much glued to my shell-like ear. I was still listening to a lot of those songs all the way through junior high and HS.

Posted by: Cassandra at April 20, 2010 05:53 PM

I had, water bed, a lava lamp and the Moody Blues on 8-Track. Women never had it so good.

OMG, lava lamps. Do you remember when those were EVERYWHERE?

I do not miss water beds either :p

I was writing a post the other day and tried my damndest to find that stupid "bend over and kiss your a** goodbye" poster that every person I know had in their apartment. What a hoot.

Posted by: Cassandra at April 20, 2010 05:58 PM

At the time, I know we would have killed for any of those records or even pictures of those bands but now it was just painful, I could not finish any of the videos...

Posted by: olga at April 20, 2010 06:42 PM

Olga!!!!

Even the *last* one???

/running for the barricades

Posted by: Who the Hell Swiped My Lava Lamp??? at April 20, 2010 07:01 PM

Because Grim casually assumes I can speak both Latin and French, I'm in the habit of using a search engine to translate his bon mots (today, "Jack with Me at Your Peril"). That led me to an outstanding photograph of the Iceland volcano on display on the www.bing.com homepage today. Real wrath-of-Thor-type stuff. Bing has a terrific photograph on its homepage nearly every day.

That motto reminds me of the traditional closing to all of Jack Aubrey's naval orders: "Whereof fail not, as you will answer the contrary at your peril." It makes a good ending for interoffice memoranda.

Posted by: Texan99 at April 20, 2010 07:33 PM

"Can't Find My Way Home" -- what a great 40-year-old song! I always include it on party tapes. Steve Winwood could write.

Posted by: Texan99 at April 20, 2010 07:49 PM

He could indeed :)

On another thread we were discussing mood lifting songs.

This is one I've always loved. I turn to it when I find myself feeling no love for my fellow man:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ygomJjjdc0U

Posted by: Cassandra at April 20, 2010 07:56 PM

Here is another one:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qi4R2YXv_AE

Posted by: Cassandra at April 20, 2010 08:00 PM

Let us say that, if I don't quite mean to assume that you can speak both Latin and French, I assume you wouldn't mind the opportunity to learn. :)

Posted by: Grim at April 20, 2010 08:01 PM

My high school yearbook "quote" -- they had us do the same thing -- was the Motto of the Order of the Thistle: Nemo Me Impune Lacessit. Posted by: Grim at April 20, 2010 05:28 PM

Si Hoc Legere Scis Nimium Eruditionis Habes

Posted by: I Call BS at April 20, 2010 08:31 PM

If I was overeducated in high school, I've wasted a significant portion of my life since then.

Posted by: Grim at April 20, 2010 08:39 PM

IMHO, Steve Winwood has still got it goin' on; Eric Clapton, not so much. Thank Gaia for recorded music - if all we had to listen to was the crap the kids like these days, I'd probably have to kill myself ... or become an addict of some brain-numbing substance. Like I said: thank Gaia I don't need to do that.

Posted by: I Call BS at April 20, 2010 08:39 PM

Although, you know, it could be that I've wasted a fair bit of it whichever way you fell on that question. :)

Posted by: Grim at April 20, 2010 08:40 PM

If I was overeducated in high school, I've wasted a significant portion of my life since then. Posted by: Grim at April 20, 2010 08:39 PM

Iustus fatigo vos, vir! Indulgeo mihi. Rideo risi risum est interdum necesse!

Posted by: I Call BS at April 20, 2010 08:44 PM

Operor non fatigo; ego sum tantum fatigo.

Posted by: I Call BS at April 20, 2010 08:45 PM

Don't sweat it; you can laugh with a good will. :)

Posted by: Grim at April 20, 2010 09:02 PM

Don't sweat it; you can laugh with a good will. :) Posted by: Grim at April 20, 2010 09:02 PM

Ego sum rudimentum efficio sic. =8^D

Posted by: I Call BS at April 20, 2010 09:17 PM

You know, the Great State of Georgia, of which I am a native, was founded by one Sir James Edward Oglethorpe. He almost got himself into a duel once by splashing wine on the shirt of a prince who was mocking him. Another prince, Eugene of Savoy, governing the camp of war at which they were all present, stopped the duel by saying:

"Il a bien fait, mon prince, vous l'avez commence."

Posted by: Grim at April 20, 2010 09:35 PM

Which is to say, to save the strain on T99's search engine: "He only so well finished what you began!"

And you, dear ICBS, have well finished your own attempt. I congratulate you on your facility with the language.

Posted by: Grim at April 20, 2010 09:37 PM

Interesting co-inky-dink. My *paternal* grandpa was a cav Lootenant in the foray into Mexico -- when WWI erupted, he studied the influence of barbed wire and massed machinegun fire on the battlefield, shuddered, and opted for artillery over the cavalry.

REALLY... Cav you say? My Grandpa was in the Rhode Island Cavalry for that adventure. In the AEF he was transportation and his only war injury there was when he was kicked by an irate mule (true story).

Posted by: MikeD at April 21, 2010 09:28 AM

I had, water bed...

Had? My dear sir, I arose from that very device this morn. Probably not the one you had, but still.

The bride had the bed before I married her and dislikes sleeping on regular mattresses now. So we're a waterbed family. As for the Moody Blues, I don't have them on 8-track, but I do have them on CD... does that count?

Posted by: MikeD at April 21, 2010 09:31 AM

We had two friends with two half-wolves and a water bed. They left the pups alone in the house one day; the pups apparently jumped on the water bed, made some small punctures, and became excited by the little jets of water. When our friends got home, the water bed had emptied, and the house was full from one end to the other with the tiny soggy shreds of what had been the bed linens.

Posted by: Texan99 at April 21, 2010 11:46 AM

Posted by: Miss Ladybug at April 21, 2010 02:18 PM

Hey, Cream was a cool band! Clapton back when he knew how to rock, Jack Bruce on the Gibson EB-0, and Ginger Baker applying sticks to anything in range. "White Room" is still one of my favorites.

Posted by: Cousin Dave at April 21, 2010 02:59 PM

ICBS, you can get that on a t-shirt... Posted by: Miss Ladybug at April 21, 2010 02:18 PM

Cool; thanks. My 21-year-old son and his 21-year-old girlfriend are acting as chaperones this weekend for the convention of the local chapter of the National Junior Classical League [http://www.njcl.org/].

As Seneca the Younger once said: "Non est ad astra mollis e terris via."

Posted by: I Call BS at April 21, 2010 03:18 PM

Oh, if you want forgettable cultural artifacts from a bad era, I suggest you imbibe your favorite nausea relief and then watch http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JIbp5C-5WXM

Posted by: Geekasaurus at April 21, 2010 05:25 PM

I may end up teaching Latin and sponsoring a club for the JCL next academic year. Be afraid. Be very afraid.

Posted by: LittleRed1 at April 21, 2010 05:34 PM

Kewl. I got some Latin children's books. I love them.

I will be MIA over the next few days...not that any of you will miss me, but the Young Man is doing his first fundraiser for his Eagle project.

I don't normally ask for things here at Chapel VC, but prayers, and positive thoughts would be appreciated.

We need to raise $500.00.

Posted by: Cricket at April 21, 2010 08:25 PM

We will miss you, Cricket. What is the fundraiser?

Posted by: Cassandra at April 21, 2010 08:29 PM

What is the Eagle project?

Posted by: I Call BS at April 21, 2010 10:54 PM

A pancake breakfast. We have the venue and everything we need, we just need to get organized.
The menu is pancakes, eggs, bacon and sausage. Milk or juice. Suggested donation: $5.00

The project is to install g*tters and down-spouts, make a concrete step, paint a stairwell and a reading area, and paint parking lines on the lot. This is at women's shelter.

Posted by: Cricket at April 22, 2010 09:52 AM

http://www.tribtoday.com/page/content.detail/id/107644.html?isap=1&nav=5031

A serial rapist who killed his last victim had his lawyer argue that his client might be allergic to the execution drug.

Like...that matters?

Posted by: Cricket at April 22, 2010 07:09 PM

Well, it would be cruel.
And unusual.

Posted by: Cassandra at April 22, 2010 07:42 PM

I think we can comfort ourselves with the knowledge that the allergic reaction will be brief, and soon cured.

Posted by: Texan99 at April 23, 2010 10:52 AM

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