The 80s … it was a time when all we sang were Michael Jackson’s Beat It and Billy Jean and We Are The World was the best song in the universe. Lionel Richie’s Dancing on the Ceiling was the coolest MTV, and we didn’t understand all the fuss about Madonna’s iron tits. Cyndi Lauper and Boy George were the weirdest looking people around. Tiffany was every boy’s dream girl and Tommy Page was the guy every girl wanted to marry, until New Kids on the Block. London Boys’ dance routines were the best, and Johnny Hates Jazz’s I Don’t Want To Be A Hero was the song we swore by.

Freddie Mercury wasn’t a singer in Queen but Flash Gordon himself. Battlestar Galactica and V were how we visualized the future, and we watched them because they looked great though we didn’t understand the storylines. We watched the Love Boat cause all the adults were watching it although we didn’t find it funny. The shiny black talking car in Knight Rider was the car we wanted to own when we grew up and the helicopter in Airwolf couldn’t be destroyed except for a hole the size of a bullet. The Last Starfighter and Back to the Future were our favorite movies and the flimsy Tron plastic cups they gave away at Burger King were our most prized possession. We thought that Ultraman was cool though we could see the zippers on the back of the monsters. King Kong was the scariest movie we saw. Missing Sesame Street and The Electric Company was a mortal sin and we would shout at the top of our voices when the Count started counting his bats or when Big Bird started singing the alphabet. We blushed and became uncomfortable at any kiss on the TV screen. John Travolta was King on Saturday Night Fever and we knew every line in our played-to-death Grease cassette tapes. All we remember of Superman was that he could fly.

Boys’ favorite cartoons were Mask and GI Joe and if we did not own at least a dozen of the action figures, we were incomplete persons (and our parents were evil). Our imaginations were limitless: headquarters was a cave under the dining table and the kitchen sink was the enemy’s hideout. We memorized by heart all the verses in Visionaries and knew which robots belonged to the Autobots and which belonged to the Deceptacons, not to mention knowing the names of ALL the robots in Transformers. Smurfette was the ideal girl. We were amazed by the Rubic’s Cube and prided ourselves in being able to do one side. Anyone who could complete it was god. Well, we still are amazed.

Girls’ favorites were Strawberry Shortcake and Smurfs. The Carebear Countdown was their inspiration and they knew what sort of colors and stuff would fly out of their bellies when they stood in a row. Gargamel was like a particular uncle they knew. They aspired to become Barbie when they grew up, to live a big pink houses, own plastic furniture, and thought that Ken was the hunkiest guy around. Teddy bears promised that they would stay with us forever and never run away.

(For the death of us boys, we would never admit that we watch ‘girlie’ cartoons as well).

The 80s was a time when books were read and reread to death. We prided ourselves in having read all the books printed on the back of the bright blue hard covers and to our parents’ dismay, we had to own every single one of them. We all wished we were Charlie and wondered what the Oompa Loompas would feel like when we bashed them up. And we could not, for our lives, understand why the adults read books with no pictures in them.

Sleeping over at a friend’s place was the event of the month. A cup of milk and a plate of chocolate chip cookies were a complete meal and a proper diet. A box of crayons and plain sheets of white paper were enough to build vast empires. Hunting for spiders (and anything else that moved) in the bushes was adventure in its own right. Your friend’s friend was your friend, your friend’s enemy was your enemy, your enemy’s friend was your enemy, and your enemy’s enemy was your friend. We couldn’t understand why our older brothers were so crazy over fast cars and other girls, and why our older sisters wore perfume and make-up.

The 80s. A time when friendships were made in the morning, broken in the afternoon, and remade in the evening. A time when having the same interests and hobbies qualified you as a friend. A time when most of our toys didn’t have to have electricity running through them to keep us amused. If anything was wrong in the 80s, we cared not for we lived for that day, and that day only.
But most importantly for us 80s children, it was a magical era; where the world seemed to hang in a suspended state of transition … a time when the people we met and the friends we made are the ones who will stay with us till kingdom comes.

many of you remember cool as ice
but few actually own the film
likely because it is the most retarded movie ever made… there are only 2 types of people who enjoy this movie
#1 yuppie autistic historian Mongols
#2 me
I bought it on eBay the other day
as I watched it i forgot what a priceless gem this movie is
especially with the hip catchphrases

and
Slumber party massacre

which didn’t yield any cool screenshots

so today I reinstalled windows…. its a pain in the ass when I do that
it always takes me weeks to get the settings back the way I need them to be.
the issues I’m having tonight:
when msn signs on I get booted from the internet
trillian is being a punk bitch
my monitor settings and color profile need to be reset… badly
all of my tweak software needs to come back…. I just hate digging through my 10gig program folder and installing things
I haven’t reinstalled Photoshop yet…
and the only reason I installed cuteftp was because this wouldn’t get uploaded otherwise
speaking of which I realized I forgot my server u/p…
it took almost an hour to get signed into my server

I’m tired now and I think I’m going to go to bed

I wonder if the Vikings ever had crack-whores. If not, sorry fellas. You had your chance.

I went ad saw April today
she was depressed and needed someone to cheer her up
I didn’t cheer her up

I’m sorryApril is at the present time single
and feeling kind of down

everyone be sure to tell her how hot sex0rz she is

sometimes when talking to ForcedOrgasm I get a kinda WTF?!?!?! feeling

[07:26] The Phildo: dude miller high life is the shit’
[07:26] burn: im an mgd kinda guy myself
[07:26] The Phildo: hahah but dude
[07:26] The Phildo: on the miller high life can it says “the champagne of beers”
[07:27] The Phildo: i mean cnan u beet that
[07:27] The Phildo: haha beet
[07:28] burn: hahaha
[07:28] The Phildo: i mean champatgne of beers? that’s a chapmion oif i’ve ever heard ofit
[07:29] burn: you are really making me want to get drunk at 8am
[07:29] The Phildo: i need to help oyou to embarce your drujnkneness
[07:29] burn: yeah pay me so i can afford to embrace me inner drunk
[07:30] The Phildo: i cant
[07:30] The Phildo: i sepnt all my money]
[07:31] burn: oh well then
[07:31] burn:
[07:31] The Phildo: i need to gbursh my teeth
[07:31] The Phildo: batrgbecues
[07:31] burn: dont forget to apiGHregih
[07:31] The Phildo: does that mean floss my ass?
[07:32] burn: um… yes
[07:32] The Phildo: i['lllnot do it!
[07:32] burn: if you dont eric will
[07:32] The Phildo: pj h oh dear
[07:33] The Phildo: backspace is for losers
[07:33] burn: i like to type egg…. it has a nice jazzy beat when you type it
[07:33] burn: egg egg egg egg
[07:33] The Phildo: i like egga better
[07:33] The Phildo: egga egga egga
[07:33] burn: lol
[07:33] The Phildo: with an “eggy” worked in there
[07:34] The Phildo: egga egga eggy egga egg egg egga eggy
[07:35] The Phildo: i love muisc
[07:35] burn: *remembers almost famous*
[07:35] burn: i dig music….
[07:35] burn: IM ON DRUGS!!!!!!!
[07:35] The Phildo: *remembers being inside kate hudson’s vagina*
[07:36] The Phildo: *rememvbers taking acid before that memory*
[07:36] burn: that was when you went to te old folks home right?
[07:36] burn: that geriatric man sure had a smile on his face when you left
[07:36] The Phildo: oh dear
[07:36] The Phildo: no i’ve never done acid or talked to old ppl
[07:36] The Phildo: i love how attractive i am when drunk
[07:37] The Phildo: if only everyone was as drunk always as i am
[07:37] The Phildo: now
[07:37] The Phildo: i must go to sleep because i have to do women tomorrow
[07:37] *** “The Phildo” signed off at Sat Feb 05 07:37:21 2005.