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Re: We Are All So Adult Now - but Remember When We Weren't
« Reply #30 on: June 08, 2004, 03:42:47 PM »
I've got to hand it to you Hoogleboogle, you sure brought this thread back from the crypt!
 

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Re: We Are All So Adult Now - but Remember When We Weren't
« Reply #31 on: June 08, 2004, 03:53:30 PM »
 
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Re: We Are All So Adult Now - but Remember When We Weren't
« Reply #32 on: June 08, 2004, 06:31:01 PM »
uhhhhh....................
NO!
"When life hands you lemons, put em' in your bra. Couldn't hurt, might even help!"

"Never nock on Death's door... Ring the bell and run away! He hates that!"

"When playing poker with Death, he's always holding a Full House... It's just that 9 times outa 10, I'm holding a Royal Flush!" --Me

"The main reason I'll gamble with Death is Fate cheats!" --Me

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Re: We Are All So Adult Now - but Remember When We Weren't
« Reply #33 on: June 08, 2004, 06:32:46 PM »
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Yo, L_C_R_ANT - 80s [censored] unite! The reason for the decline in society can clearly be linked to the lack of good cartoons (although of late that situation has improved). But after the awesomeness of Transformers, He-Man, Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles and so on - the early to mid-90s were a barren wasteland of nonsense.

Plus, none of them had the moral at the end of the show like He-Man did.  




I say Power rangers is what took it down hill!  That and ABC taking the old looney toones off the saturday morning lineup.  You remember a show that used to be on ABC called Bump In The Night?  was a claymation with a main character named, Mr. Bumpy who was the little green monster that went bump in the night, lived under your bed, and ate dirty socks.  And his friend Squishy.  Was never quite sure what he was supposed to be but he was blue, kind of jello looking lived in the toilet tank and was a neat freek.

Speaking of morals, G.I. Joe should be in there, "Now we know.  And knowing is half the battle!"

The more you learn, the more you know.
And knowlegde is power!
With school house Rocky, he's a chip off the block.  
All your fravorite school house, School House Rock!

or at least I think that's how it went...
"When life hands you lemons, put em' in your bra. Couldn't hurt, might even help!"

"Never nock on Death's door... Ring the bell and run away! He hates that!"

"When playing poker with Death, he's always holding a Full House... It's just that 9 times outa 10, I'm holding a Royal Flush!" --Me

"The main reason I'll gamble with Death is Fate cheats!" --Me

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Re: We Are All So Adult Now - but Remember When We Weren't
« Reply #34 on: June 09, 2004, 04:13:02 AM »
I remember Saturday night baths, then having an ice cream soda while watching the Jackie Gleason Show in my pajamas...

"Can it be that it was all so simple then?
Or has time re-written every line?
If we had the chance to do it all again
Tell me, would we? Could we?"

--- "The Way We Were", Bergman, Bergman & Hamlisch


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Re: We Are All So Adult Now - but Remember When We Weren't
« Reply #35 on: June 09, 2004, 05:57:57 AM »
Memories of a better time......

For me, it was going to Buffalo to see my grandparents in the 70's (I was constructed in '65). Seeing shows like Rocketship 7 with Commander Tom & Promo the Robot(a local [censored] show),The Friendly Giant on CBC, plus whatever came over from the Canadian stations. One other cool thing was that my grandparents area was used as a test market for various products, so you could see stuff there before it was released anywhere else (if it sold well). Things like Jolt Cola, different cereals (oooo, yeah) and candy too. And of course, going up to see The Falls (before everything got really tacky and casino-laden) and going up into Skylon Tower and later over to Table Rock to get right up to the edge of the Canadian Falls. (My brother and I once conspired to dump some ridiculous amount of Mr. Bubble there just to see what would happen. Obviously a no-go)

Things change, but memories are forever.

"Time Stand Still"

I turn my back to the wind
To catch my breath
Before I start off again.
Driven on without a moment to spend
To pass an evening with a drink and a friend

I let my skin get too thin
I'd like to pause
No matter what I pretend
Like some pilgrim
Who learns to transcend
Learns to live as if each step was the end

(Time stand still)
I'm not looking back
But I want to look around me now
(Time stand still)
See more of the people and the places that surround me now
Freeze this moment a little bit longer
Make each sensation a little bit stronger
Experience slips away
Experience slips away

I turn my face to the sun
Close my eyes
Let my defences down
All those wounds that I can't get unwound

I let my past go too fast
No time to pause
If I could slow it all down
Like some captain, whose ship runs aground
I can wait until the tide comes around

(Time stand still)
I'm not looking back
But I want to look around me now
(Time stand still)
See more of the people and the places that surround me now
Freeze this moment a little bit longer
Make each impression a little bit stronger
Freeze this motion a little bit longer
The innocence slips away
The innocence slips away...

Summer's going fast, nights growing colder
Children growing up, old friends growing older
Freeze this moment a little bit longer
Make each impression a little bit stronger
Experience slips away
Experience slips away...
The innocence slips away  
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Re: We Are All So Adult Now - but Remember When We Weren't
« Reply #36 on: June 10, 2004, 12:33:30 AM »
where did those lines come frome? was it a song or just a poem?
"When life hands you lemons, put em' in your bra. Couldn't hurt, might even help!"

"Never nock on Death's door... Ring the bell and run away! He hates that!"

"When playing poker with Death, he's always holding a Full House... It's just that 9 times outa 10, I'm holding a Royal Flush!" --Me

"The main reason I'll gamble with Death is Fate cheats!" --Me

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Re: We Are All So Adult Now - but Remember When We Weren't
« Reply #37 on: June 10, 2004, 07:19:45 AM »
Quote:

where did those lines come frome? was it a song or just a poem?  




It's a song from the group Rush called Time Stand Still off the album "Hold Your Fire".
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Re: We Are All So Adult Now - but Remember When We Weren't
« Reply #38 on: June 10, 2004, 08:09:16 AM »
An excellent and happily nostalgic post... thanks JMM. I'd like to add a few recollections inspired by Mikes... a few will of course involve naked women (not an attempt to justify this threads place in the GF, but simply because I thought a lot about such things, even while in elementary school (grades 1 thru 6)). If you will, please indulge my jumping around during the 70s back and forth.


I remember:

When the only imported cars you ever saw were German and those were relatively few and far between.

When everyone drove a big American car that once it got to a certain age needed to have the transmission replaced every few years. All those cars, manufactured during the 60s and 70s had the same familiar smell... must have been the kinds of vinyl, rubber, carpet and adhesives they used back then. It wasn't a bad smell... just a sort of old, traditional smell... my folks' '65 Vista Cruiser had it, as does the '64 Eldo my buddy bought a couple years ago. My dear departed '69 Stingray convertible smelled exactly the same too. I've never sat in any car made since the early '80s that has smelled like they did.

Girls didn't give germs, they gave cooties.

Linda Rondstat on rollerskates (not roller blades). The Captain and Teniele (sp?). Tony Orlando and Dawn. Shanana. Early BeeGees. Sly and the Family Stone. The Beatles were still THE Beatles. Recognizing the sweet smell of pot but not yet knowing what it was.

Kickball was the after-dinner/round the corner til dark game of choice. And the ball was just like the one used for schoolyard recess: a red rubber ball a little smaller (and softer) than a basketball.

Playing "skelly" with pop-off-type (pre-screw-threads) bottle caps, weighted inside with melted wax. I distinctly recall a few 15 foot+ shots over rough concrete that hit the other guy's cap. Playing so much skelly that the surface of your flicking fingernail was all dinged up from the repeated shots.

Secretly staying up late on Friday (?) nights to watch "Chiller Theater" horror movies on channel 9 WOR-TV. Being freaked out by the six-fingered hand rising from the ground with the spooky voice/sound FX that was the promo graphic... no matter how many times you saw it.

Babysitters. And their breasts. They all had long, straight hair, it being the early 70s and all. Bibi. Reenee. Etc...

Count Chocula, Frankenberry, Boo Berry and wasn't there one with a fruity warewolf too? Cap'n Crunch, Crunch Berries, Peanut Butter Cap'n Crunch (with the elephant?), the vanilla Cap'n Crunch with the White Whale on the box. Pop Tarts of course... those OTHER kind of breakfast toaster pastry that looked a bit like a slightly flatened sugared pretzel... were they called 'O-rings' or 'Go-Rounds' or something like that? I still always keep an eye out for them when I'm in a strange supermarket, hoping to stumble on them again. I LOVED those. And all sugary crap of course. Funny that I eat almost no cereal now at all... since I practically lived on the stuff back then. Do you know that Mallomars are only produced during certain times of the year (why they don't ship year round in refrigerated trucks I don't know) and cost as much as $4. a box!?

Herbie the Love Bug. Sean Connery as Bond, then the first few Roger Moore pics. Bowie in the Man Who Fell to Earth (first sight of a woman's chest in a movie!).

Mad magazine. Comics were for reading not collecting. Dynamite magazine. Worldbook Encyclopedia. Collier's. Childcraft. No interest in Britannica... Worldbook seemed more than sufficient for any school report. 500 Science Projects for Boys. Sink  the Bismark. The Hobbit.

When my pal and I used to walk home thru the wooded park, eyes peeled for discarded porn mags and referring to chess (that we'd play later) as "chest." An interest in breasts was evident at an early age.

That truly magical summer between sixth and seventh grade when all the girls left school flat chested and slim hipped and came back the following fall with boobs, hips and shapely behinds. Just like that... in the space of a single summer. Unbelievable.

Jacks, RISK, Battleship (before the lights and sounds of course), etc... Many game pieces (such as those in RISK) were made from wood and not plastic. Corgi, Matchbox and Tonka. Fancy Legos meant small squares and rectangles... not that ridiculously over-detailed crap that they have today which fails to encourage any imagination in [censored] at all.

Crushes, one after the other. Some things don't change. Except now instead of the object of your affection being the tomboy who lived around the corner (and owned the kickball) it's your coworker's well-endowed wife. Unreqited (usually unexpressed) love.

Shopping at the A&P or at Mets. Even the biggest grocery stores back then seem tiny compared to a decent Trader Joe's today, let alone to a Ralphs, Vons or Albertsons. Hamburgers from Westson's. Coffee was only just coffee and only old people drank it. Malls were new, and an outing to them special. The news seemed to indicate crime consisted mostly of muggings and shootings seemed infrequent.

Red Rover, Ringilivio (sp?), running and NEVER feeling tired... feeling exhilerated (sp?) from endless running and NOT feeling like you're about to have a coronary.

Nixon. Ford. Carter. Cheap food and even cheaper gas. Lots of chrome.

Those first French Kisses... inexpert and too wet but still earth shattering.

TV shows from Sid and Marty Kroft like H.R. Puffnstuff, Sigmund the Sea Monster, etc... Mannix. Banacheck (sp?), The Night Stalker (precursor to the X-Files by 20 years+). Endless hours of Brady Bunch, Partridge Family, etc...

Erector sets. The mysterious world of whatever they played on shortwave radio bands. The even more mysterious world of ham radio, never really explored or undertood.

Danny Dunn. Alvin Fernarld. Tom Swift. Early Heinlein and Asimov. Science Fairs (3rd place in the district fair).

Spying on your sister's friends when they had **82**-overs, hoping to catch a glimpse of something ...a bit of underdeveloped tush, maybe a quick flash of not-yet-really-boob?

Water guns (the kind without pumps or batteries). Satin baseball jackets. Grrranimals. Garish, shiny Quiana (sp?) shirts with hideously large flappy collars. Purple shoes. Keds or Converse All-Stars.

Knowing all the best hiding spots in the neighborhood. And in the woods. And the exact location of each grumpy old-man neighbor and mean dog. Bikes had banana seats and were stolen with some frequency. You might get flashed by a perv in the park, but not raped and hacked to bits.

Bazooka Joe comics... gum and a comic for a penny. Soft and painfully sweet when fresh, tooth-shatteringly hard when stale. Pop Rocks, to be eaten with soda of course. Urban myths about the consequences. Fireworks. Trips to the candy store for all that stuff we'd now call 'retro' ...only then it was a wonderful cornicopia (sp?) and a quarter would buy quite an assortment. Koogle sandwiches (a relative of Fluff(ernutter) that came in different flavors).

Going over friend's houses to play. Some had more and/or better toys than you did. Some had almost none. Sleepovers with Daryl on Knickerbocker Ave. in Brooklyn. ALL those brothers and sisters... no privacy but no one seemed to mind.

Walking home from school for lunch. Always peanut butter sandwiches and chocolate milk (long before worries of saturated fat and lactose intolerance). The styrofoam-lined tin box with the hinged lid sitting out on the stoop that the milkman would leave bottles of milk in, twice a week. Crazy straws... the crazier the better. The little black and white TV at the end of the kitchen table that the family would have on (loudly) during meals (some things never change... I went to a relative's small, spur-of-the-moment BBQ at their multi-million hillside home recently, and there was a flat-panel set up outside where we were eating... in defense, it was a Laker's playoff game... I was the only guy there over the age of 12 and the one least interested in the game btw).

Epic, hours-long games of tag, capture the flag, etc.... back well after dark to much parental consternation.

The heart-racing fear you felt every time you snuck a peek at your dad's stash of Playboy, Penthouse, etc... The rise the pictures gave you. Masturbating to orgasm (without even knowing or needing to remove underwear) for years before being able to actually ejaculate. I know... too much information. Quickly recognizing the aesthetic differences between Playboy and Penthouse layouts. Later on, a thrill at your first encounter with hardcore mags. When the folks were away, methodical searches on upper shelves for anything even vaguely erotic.... discovering The Joy of Sex; Our Bodies, Our Selves; an Erica Jong novel (Fear of Flying of course); Xaviara Hollanders "The Happy **33**", etc... on various expeditions.

Too young yet for acne... everyone had bad hair but didn't know it.

Pets, pets and more pets... dogs and cats of course (often strays) but also the obligatory hamsters, mice, gerbils and more. Don't forget dad's aquarium(s).

The visiting uncle that made you nervous, even tho it'd be years before anyone told you of his pedophilic tendencies.

When 3 out of your 4 grandparents were still alive. When large parts of the Bronx were fancy and upscale. How Coney Island used to smell and sound. Bumpercars. Kinishes. Epic sunburns from long days at the crowded beach... peeling great damp sheets of skin... listening to the wet tearing noise with great satisfaction. Monkeybars and slides and the thick rubber matting beneath them.

Not wanting to hold the hand of the girl you liked in grade school ever since a bird pooped on it during a class trip.

Spankings. Bona fide beatings with belts or the dreaded big wooden spoon. So much parental yelling and screaming.

Wonderama (with Bob McAllister?). Captain Kangaroo and Mister Rogers. Zoom. Electric Company and Sesame Street. Bozo the Clown (or am I just imagining that?). Land of the Lost, complete with Sleestaks, etc.... Underdog. Sweet Polly Purebread. Penelope Pitstop was a sexpot, to be sure. The Bugaloos. Magilla Gorilla. Of course Bugs Bunny and co.

The principals office. Detention. The supply closet. The dark, musty coat closet with this big, black hooks and sliding wooden doors. Those ornate oval brass door knobs at school. Blackboards actually made from slate and the only color chalk ever came in was white. Wrestling with long division (which I have recently relearned how to do... sort of). The music teacher.... dropping out of the school chorus in 5th or 6th grade due to a changing voice. The disappointed look in the music teacher's face when told.

The big bully actually pissing on my friend in the woods as punishment for my friend picking on the bully's younger brother earlier. Me making a break for it, running all the way home to get my dad. The only time he ever drove his car (a Plymouth Satellite Sebring) into the wooded park, looking for the bully (who was long gone by then).

Building endless forts, treehouses, etc... from any available materials. Building ramps and then jumping stuff on bikes. Miracle that no one broke their neck.

That first magic feel of a breast... one of your sisters early-bloomer friends... felt while wrestling in the living room. Afterwards, certain that you knew what love was.

(c) Palomine, 2004

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Re: We Are All So Adult Now - but Remember When We Weren't
« Reply #39 on: June 10, 2004, 09:43:53 AM »
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Palomine remembered...
Playing "skelly" with pop-off-type (pre-screw-threads) bottle caps, weighted inside with melted wax. I distinctly recall a few 15 foot+ shots over rough concrete that hit the other guy's cap.




Carbide (calcium carbide), intended for use in acetylene bike lamps and unaccountably still available at that time in Halfords'. A few lumps of it in a bottle half-full of water, screw on the cap and run like buggery before it exploded with unimaginable force...

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 Babysitters. And their breasts. They all had long, straight hair, it being the early 70s and all...




Ah, that long straight hair. All the best girls had long straight hair. Damn, where are they now?

Quote:

 When my pal and I used to walk home thru the wooded park, eyes peeled for discarded porn mags and referring to chess (that we'd play later) as "chest." An interest in breasts was evident at an early age.




Watching my mate Bob do it while we were both sitting up in an elm tree, and wondering why he seemed to enjoy it so much. "What's it feel like?"  "You know when you lie on your tummy? It feels like that, only ten times better." That sounded pretty good; must give it a try.

Quote:

 That truly magical summer between sixth and seventh grade when all the girls left school flat chested and slim hipped and came back the following fall with boobs, hips and shapely behinds. Just like that... in the space of a single summer. Unbelievable.




"What do they feel like, Bob?"  "Soft and warm!"

Quote:

 Erector sets. The mysterious world of whatever they played on shortwave radio bands. The even more mysterious world of ham radio, never really explored or undertood.




Being totally unable to follow the instructions for building anything with Meccano. Where were all those places on the radio dial? ...HIHI BEST 73 OM DE G...

Quote:

 Spying on your sister's friends when they had **82**-overs, hoping to catch a glimpse of something ...a bit of underdeveloped tush, maybe a quick flash of not-yet-really-boob?




Wishing I'd had sisters, like everybody else...

Quote:

 Walking home from school for lunch...




Running home from school for lunch.

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 Pets, pets and more pets...




Being horribly cruel to my dog; he never judged and always forgave...

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 Wrestling with long division...




Having to divide 673. 11. 11 by 17, and wondering why.

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 That first magic feel of a breast... one of your sisters early-bloomer friends... felt while wrestling in the living room. Afterwards, certain that you knew what love was.




Lying on your back with her long straight hair dangling in your face as she sits astride your groin. Think of food. Think of anything. No, it isn't working...

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Re: We Are All So Adult Now - but Remember When We Weren't
« Reply #40 on: June 11, 2004, 04:10:26 AM »
Building a crystal radio from a Radio Shack kit, and being amazed by the sound quality you got from something with no batteries.

Chemistry sets.

Building indoor forts with the sofa cushions.

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Re: We Are All So Adult Now - but Remember When We Weren't
« Reply #41 on: June 11, 2004, 04:48:44 AM »
"Count Chocula, Frankenberry, Boo Berry and wasn't there one with a fruity warewolf too? "

That would be Fruit Brute, also had Yummy Mummy.


Cap'n Crunch, Crunch Berries, Peanut Butter Cap'n Crunch (with the elephant?), the vanilla Cap'n Crunch with the White Whale on the box"

Don't forget Punch Crunch with the hippo.

All of which can be seen here    
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Re: We Are All So Adult Now - but Remember When We Weren't
« Reply #42 on: June 11, 2004, 07:14:55 PM »
That is a great site... thanks for the link. Any guess about the alternative-pop-tarts?

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Re: We Are All So Adult Now - but Remember When We Weren't
« Reply #43 on: June 12, 2004, 12:36:02 AM »
Where's Quisp and Quake?

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Re: We Are All So Adult Now - but Remember When We Weren't
« Reply #44 on: June 12, 2004, 08:11:37 AM »
The above is just a nostalgia piece.

Heh, I must be around Goldeneye's age.

 This has been a great thread. The kinda thing that makes me feel the B.E.A. forum ears that 'community' title in spades. ^_^


Excuse me if I bounce around a bit, none of these are the smae age.

 Being in clubs where a simple sticker was a badge of honor.

 Those clear platic water guns where being quick on the trigger was all that mattered.

 Penny Gumball machines.

 Saturday Mornings that were worth 5 a.m.

Getting to wrestle with the girl you liked.

 Bikes facilitating heroism.

Televised Bond. James Bond.

Six dollars being the equivilant of six figures.

Swinging and 'ejecting' from the seat.

Boglins. Garbage Pail Kids. The Sword of Omens.

Beliving one's self to be invincable on several occasions,

Racing between the flow of traffic because my friend was a little nuts and evidentally I was too.

Any and all diving.

Copying an adult because it gets'm so easy.

A backpack is a world in and of itself.

Holy $#1t. I can draw.

Freddy Krueger made you unable to **82** for a week. Jason and Michael Myers were okay.

R rated movies in the theators. The forbidden pleasure.


Eddie Murphey was cool once. Just kidding big guy. How's that Disney contract?

MTV....and there were music videos!


Who ya gonna call? Ghost Busters.

Ironically achieving in school to the end of goofing off.

That one teacher that had a rack that eventually sent me here.  



 
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