The Isolated Blurt Thread XXIV: A Merry Killswitch and a Happy New Year!

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Chris Pine seems like a decent enough guy from what I could gather from his appearance on Colbert. Plus he's kinda dreamy.
 
It's like watching a cat play with mice who are too stupid to know the cat is playing with its food.
I can't help but watch.
:rolleyes:
 
Chris Pine seems like a decent enough guy from what I could gather from his appearance on Colbert. Plus he's kinda dreamy.

Apart from the DUI in New Zealand a couple of years ago. ;)

I liked him in the Star Trek films. And yes, those big blue eyes, definitely dreamy. :)
 
Oh gawd. I might need to go ahead and get that rocking chair so I can sit next to Des as he yells at the kids.
 
A few years ago, I visited The Museum of Childhood. One of the exhibits, alongside Napoleonic dolls and penny whistles, was my childhood computer: my pride and joy.

I suddenly felt like a relic.

About twenty years ago I visited the Science Museum in London. The IBM 360 mainframe, that replaced the IBM 1401 that I used to run with a punched card program, was an exhibit.

I also visited the London Transport Museum. A version of the bus I used to ride to school on was a 1920s exhibit. Even then I knew the bus was old but THAT old... :D

Domestic bygones are the worst. I remember helping my mother using those ridiculous old devices including the hand-powered vacuum cleaner, the hand cranked mangle, the iron heated on a coal stove and the wash board.

Visiting one of my mother's cousins in rural Essex was different. If you wanted water, you went outside and used the hand pump set above the well. The toilet shed was on wheels above a trench at the end of the garden. When that part of the trench was full the shed was pushed sideways to the next part of the trench. Next year that trench grew celery. When it got dark she lit the paraffin lamps. Going to bed, you took a candle with you.
 
Alas, I can still remember when my great-grandmother got an indoor bathroom. We used the outhouse when we visited before then.
 
What I love are the teenagers that think they are being revolutionary and trendy. No one EVER did things the way they are now, yo.
Lol
Makes me snicker
:rolleyes:
 
To my son, the year of my birth is more distant than the end of World War II was for me.

I may as well sit on a park bench and start haranguing the youngsters.

Oh shit! I'm antediluvian.

(Og, King of Bashan survived Noah's Flood)

The real me? My eldest (and favourite) aunt was a suffragist before WW1 and lost her fiancé who was killed flying over the Western Front. My father was bombed out of his London home by a Zeppelin in 1915.
 
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