Of Cleaning Closets

I am back, bitches! I am just sitting here listening to the sounds of the '80s. It is funny that when I hear a song or sound how it can take me right back to when I heard it. It is kind of cool and kind of depressing all at the same time.

Well, I did not post yesterday, obviously. My last post dealt with a dude licking his fingers and smearing his caulk (which makes me laugh every time I say it). I was telling it to my brother and sister on Sunday and my mother, just like that. It cracked my brother up, too.

Speaking of the 80s, I cleaned out my closet over the weekend. There was actually a shirt or two from the 80s. At least one shirt for sure. I still have some of my father's shirts hanging there. Those are definitely from the 80s, but I would not consider wearing them. They would be too tight, but then again may appear to be fitted. There is a sentimentality to them. I guess I am not ready to toss them, maybe one day.

I did get rid of a lot of shit that I wore in the 90s, though. It is not as if I will wear those HUGE shirts again. Those button up shirts were HUGE. I have a tee shirt that I take to basketball. It is a size XXL. It is fucking huge on me now and was when I bought it in the 90s. I put it on and wonder what the fuck I was thinking when I bought it. It makes me look like Tom Hanks in big when he turns back into a kid while wearing his adult suit.

Then again, I have had that feeling lately while watching "Seinfeld". I look at what Jerry is wearing and laugh. That is about the only thing dated about the show. Well, that and the fact that there is no scene of anybody using cell phones or IMing on their Blackberrys. It is funny to think how ubiquitous these gadgets have become in a short time. That is the result of competition and price deflation for both handsets and time plans (in the US, in Canada we get screwed by the oligarchs that control the market. Of course, these are the same companies that had monopolies in their utilities and had to learn how to compete, complete with customer service, so let's see how the future plays out for them in this market....much like the past, I am betting).

Back to the 80s, again, I said it then and I will say it now. Why is that every time I hear a song by Air Supply, I feel this intense need to jump in front of a moving bus? Anybody else out there have a similar reaction? I guess it is just me.

Now, I am listening to Corey Hart. I did not like it then and the feeling still remains, but it does take me back to 1984. That is 25 years ago for those of you playing along at home. We were in the midst of Reaganmania. Things were good and weird. The weird has stayed with us, or at least me. I would be "safely" ensconced in exams at this point in time. It would have been a Saturday, so it was study mode without the pressure of writing. I wrote five exams over 3 weeks. I would have finished 2 with 2 more slated for the upcoming week and one on the 2nd of May. Then my summer would have began and it did.

Violent Femmes now. I can still listen to that disc, though I cannot say that I have. I may have to bring that into the car for me. I do have to take out a couple of mixed 80s CDs in the Wife's car so that I can rip some of those tunes to my computer.

Well, now I am giving you the minutae of shit that I am doing right now. That is the sign to end this post. Ciao!