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.
Weren’t they just throwing a collective temper tantrum about paper straws and how you could pry their plastic straws out of their cold dead lips?
Ted’s wife is a bigwig with Sachs. I wonder if she had input with this.
I don’t know. Some people who experience abuse and escape it become far worse abusers when they’re in position to do so.
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 all of us. Is it the orange monkey we elected? Is that what 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.
To the laughy emoji, I think a Harris/Vance administration would be a lot funnier except that the assassination attempts to get Vance in there would probably occur daily.
Well earned hatred for Zuck aside, Trump really seems like he wants to imprison the entirety of the seventy percent of Americans who don’t bend the knee to him. Depending on what level of military support he garners if he manages to weasel his way back to the White House, we could realistically be looking at a Cambodia Khmer Rouge situation.
I’m not a gun guy, but I’ve seriously been thinking about getting one - not for self defense against a militarized police force or unimaginably powerful military, but as a quick out should things turn to round up the Dems bad.
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.
And I literally can’t leave the office for ten minutes to go buy lunch downstairs. Gotta bring my lunch and eat it at my desk while fielding internal and external questions.
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.
When did this start? I last logged into Facebook about a year ago because a high school classmate died and I was expected to post a few words. My account had been deactivated but not deleted for three or four years prior, and I had no issues.
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?
Edit: JUST now, I got told that I’m unprofessional because I refuse to give my personal cell phone number to all three thousand of our clients. I said that my private phone funded by my personal money is not a business asset and they can give me a company phone if they want me texting clients. This was met with a huff, turning of a back on me, and storming off.
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.
For all of his many, many, egregiously unforgivable faults, Henry Ford had it right in paying his workers above average wages. He seems like the only capitalist in history to understand the concept.
I think I read not too long ago that there are still bales of cash buried around Colombia that were never accounted for.
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.