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supple.
Shit.
I know I’m not funny, but as a rule when I see something that is funny I can manage a sort of theoretical appreciation of how it came about.
But…
How the Hell do you do that?
Regards,
Ric
I dare you to turn that into an haiku.
There has to be a twist.
How do you think he does it? I don’t know. What makes him so good?
ZING!!
That was the sound as it went right over my head.
He cannot claim “no distractions”. Especially on Fridays.
Regards,
Ric
It is prudent not to tempt the gods … or not.
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Oh, man, I tell you I owned that machine when it came out. I used to sell games to dudes that couldn’t play. I was…… the Wizard on that baby.
Ah…those were the days.
Y’know, if we drill a little hole about here, and stick in a stiff wire, I bet we can get eleventy-MILLION replays!
Hmmm… Gimme your gum to cover the hole.
SB: poor
yep
When I think of pinball I think of the arcade on Westwood Boulevard. I’d go there when I was twelve; it was a funny thing, to see so many denim-clad butts ringed around the edge of the room. Most of them had small nylon-bristle hairbrushes stuck in their pockets.
In the 70s both boys and girls carried hairbrushes; girls carried lip gloss as well. In the women’s rooms you’d see us standing around in circles, brushing our hair. Each girl would then bend from the waist to give her hair more “fullness,” brush it upside down, and then stand up straight. A quick touchup, and she’d be ready to play more pinball–or support her boyfriend in doing same.
“Ain’t got no distractions…” except for PW.
Turing = interest, as in Seeing a Who reference always piques my interest.
Tommy whiffs at ball;
Elton wears gigantic shoes;
Seventies were weird.
Attila Girl, go on…
fwap fwap fwap
Since you brought it up, Attila Girl, did you ever have one of the funky combs that had sayings on their very large, rectangular handles? Like “Foxy” or “Chic”? They looked SO cool in the back pocket of the painter pants…
Crap, now I gotta find someone to explain this one to me.
TILT!
This is pre-painter’s pants. Strictly hip hugger jeans (they call ‘em low-rise today) and Levi’s jackets.
And “French-cut” T-shirts for the girls.
Let’s see…
Pinball Wizard,
Political Wilderness,
Protein Wisdom…
Give me some time, I’ll find the theme.
Ok, I will openly admit that upon first glance I thought this was Jeff’s interpretation of the Pamela-Tommy Lee video.
tw: thwap. hehehe.
Maybe if Tommy had some rimless glasses (or glassless rims) he could have avoided the “ca-chunk”.
Or maybe it was the beans?
Bucks Fizz, some forgettable 80’s group did an awesome version that was put out on a flexi-disc, in Flexi-Pop magazine.
Their entire output is awful, but the Who cover sounded like them, only on 78rpm.
http://www.whom.co.uk/html/flexipop.htm
You see, the secret is that Tommy wasn’t really blind. He just thought he was. So in essence, he was sub-consciously cheating.
Talking Back to ‘60s Music version: Brighton isn’t really all that far from Soho, is it? Come back once you’ve played them all from Berwick down to Brighton and I’ll take your word for it about the deaf, dumb, and blind kid.
At the rate he’s going, he’ll be blind for real pretty soon.
that’s what the doctor said, anyway.
Attila Girl
From memory I think the jeans the girls wore were called Dittos. Am I correct?
That was the name-brand, though there were other acceptable manufacturers. Rich kids at my school had dittos, but few of the throwaway kids in Westwood village could afford them. (There were, in those days, a handful of people who lived on the street, and we thought it was normal.)
Dittos distinguished themselves with the interesting embroidery on the pockets (not like the intricate stuff they have today, though; the embellishments were simpler then). And also by the ridiculously impractical pockets on the front: they often featured zippers that went straight up and straight down. So you could try to put your lip gloss in there, but it might just fall out when you unzipped the pocket.
This must stop. If we wish to use the “Tommy” reference, we must do so in proper context. The 1969 conceptual album by the British rock group The Who, and its corresponding 1975 rock-opera film adaptation by director Ken Russell, came to us in the pre-Americans With Disabilities Act era. As such, it is impossible to put forth this reference without the tinge and stain of a time when those with different abilities were shamed, excluded, exploited and marginalized. Indeed, a lyric to the very song Mr. Goldstein links contains the horrifying words, “His disciples lead him in…” This sickening image perfectly illustrates the wanton callousness and disregard of the human spirit the despotic economic and social environment of the times engendered. Had it been a more compassionate and principled society, one with an effective “leveler” such as the Americans With Disabilities Act, “Tommy” would never have had to have been lead in, as one does with an animal. No, he would have walked in under his own power, determination and etant, guided by a correctly designed and accessible facility. In doing so he would have retained the dignity he was so richly invested with, but was cruelly denied him by those who exploited his uniqueness for their baser entertainment. Instead, The Who (hopefully unwittingly, but presumably not, given their mocking use of a dialogue impairment in their 1965 song “My Generationâ€Â) has immortalized a period in our shared human experience that is both shameful and inexcusable. However, if we have courage, and use it correctly, we can illustrate both how far we have come and how far we have to go towards a more ethical and inclusive society.
Thanks Cardinal!
Now I see the light,,,,eerup
Sorry! No offense intended.
Some times I’m just not too bright,,, uhawshoot!
did it again
Listening to you, I hear the music. Or would, if this did not entail unthinking acceptance of the dominant narrative in which hearing is assumed to be the norm and non-hearing the Other.