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linguafranca's link to the Breakfast From Hell, and after poking around on that website found some classic 1980's COMMERCIALS that have occupied my past hour at work. I remember most of them like they were on television just last week. My brothers and I spent countless hours playing with Lazer Tag and almost all of the various action figures and toys showcased there (we left the n.k.o.t.b. shwag to my sister who was obsessed with them), so this is like stumbling across a box of childhood photos. I believe that we had the best toys in that decade, and the coolest toy lines out today are those that they have resurrected. Christmas shopping last year was nostalgic fun in looking for things that I had played with as a kid and knowing that my nephews and nieces would like them. Almost every commercial and product from that era conjures a childhood memory, though most of them are likely to be highly uninteresting to anyone other than my siblings. We ate our C3PO cereal, wore our underoos, melted our action figures, covered my mom's dining room curtains and walls with heinz ketchup, ate anything with sugar, and rocked like the Max Rebo band.
Nostalgia reared its head last night too while I was listening to the Elton John Greatest Hits (1970-2002) collection that arrived in my mailbox as a surprise from Jeanne. I'm not sure why, but those songs made me think about a lot of old friends, and I wondered how the ones that I've lost contact with have changed. I wondered how I have changed. I thought about burned bridges and disconnections. I thought about how sometimes when I leave work I almost turn right to go see my friend Kyle, remember, and then turn left to go home. I thought about my seventeen year old cousin standing alone at my aunt's casket a few weeks ago. I watched the new Johnny Cash video for the first time and was emotionally wrenched, holding back tears but knowing that I wasn't sad for myself. I have the people in my life that a person would wish for, and there's nothing unique about the fear of loss...that's life. The funny thing about nostalgia is that there's a void seemingly by design in its longing that you can't quite put your finger on. Maybe it's different for each of us. Maybe that void is the root of insecurity. At this point I'll bring this to an end without any passage of absolution, as I don't feel that's necessary. This is merely a product of superfluous reflection that I thought worthy to note. It may be a reminder I need sometime of the mentality in recollection.
If I may ask a few questions...
[Poll #107168]
linguafranca's link to the Breakfast From Hell, and after poking around on that website found some classic 1980's COMMERCIALS that have occupied my past hour at work. I remember most of them like they were on television just last week. My brothers and I spent countless hours playing with Lazer Tag and almost all of the various action figures and toys showcased there (we left the n.k.o.t.b. shwag to my sister who was obsessed with them), so this is like stumbling across a box of childhood photos. I believe that we had the best toys in that decade, and the coolest toy lines out today are those that they have resurrected. Christmas shopping last year was nostalgic fun in looking for things that I had played with as a kid and knowing that my nephews and nieces would like them. Almost every commercial and product from that era conjures a childhood memory, though most of them are likely to be highly uninteresting to anyone other than my siblings. We ate our C3PO cereal, wore our underoos, melted our action figures, covered my mom's dining room curtains and walls with heinz ketchup, ate anything with sugar, and rocked like the Max Rebo band.Nostalgia reared its head last night too while I was listening to the Elton John Greatest Hits (1970-2002) collection that arrived in my mailbox as a surprise from Jeanne. I'm not sure why, but those songs made me think about a lot of old friends, and I wondered how the ones that I've lost contact with have changed. I wondered how I have changed. I thought about burned bridges and disconnections. I thought about how sometimes when I leave work I almost turn right to go see my friend Kyle, remember, and then turn left to go home. I thought about my seventeen year old cousin standing alone at my aunt's casket a few weeks ago. I watched the new Johnny Cash video for the first time and was emotionally wrenched, holding back tears but knowing that I wasn't sad for myself. I have the people in my life that a person would wish for, and there's nothing unique about the fear of loss...that's life. The funny thing about nostalgia is that there's a void seemingly by design in its longing that you can't quite put your finger on. Maybe it's different for each of us. Maybe that void is the root of insecurity. At this point I'll bring this to an end without any passage of absolution, as I don't feel that's necessary. This is merely a product of superfluous reflection that I thought worthy to note. It may be a reminder I need sometime of the mentality in recollection.
If I may ask a few questions...
[Poll #107168]
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OMG!
Date: 2003-02-28 11:14 am (UTC)and HOLY SHIT..... that johnny cash video made me cry. i never imagined seeing cash so frail. (his birthday was the other day!) nostalgia has been hitting me as well....and it has been the same for me *sigh* at least we dont have SPACE MADNESS!!!!!!
she sent you an elton john collection??!! OMG she is officially the sweetest girl ever!!!!!!! heheh lucky GB :)
Re: OMG!
MY ICE CREAM BAR!!!!!!!
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Date: 2003-03-03 01:46 am (UTC)