Me too!
We're deep in space, corner of No and Where.
Mal ,'Objects In Space'
Natter Area 51: The Truthiness Is in Here
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Jesse - May 10, 2007 5:57:57 am PDT #6543 of 10001
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.
shrift - May 10, 2007 5:59:18 am PDT #6544 of 10001
"You can't put a price on the joy of not giving a shit." -Zenkitty
Oooh, thanks for the tip, shrift.
You're welcome! It was on my agenda for this morning.
Man, '80s is retro already? Depeche Mode and The Breakfast Club were formative for me, so I guess it's cool if my uncool has become cool again. More people to get my cultural references!
askye - May 10, 2007 6:00:11 am PDT #6545 of 10001
Thrive to spite them
Some store, maybe Target, used Baby Got Back to sell backpacks for school but changed the lyrics so they were about back packs.
Maybe that's where they heard the song.
shrift - May 10, 2007 6:05:42 am PDT #6546 of 10001
"You can't put a price on the joy of not giving a shit." -Zenkitty
Aw, man. That's just wrong. I guess I'll have to keep using 'do you know all the words to "Every Rose Has Its Thorn"?' as a way of locating my cohort.
Vortex - May 10, 2007 6:10:25 am PDT #6547 of 10001
"Cry havoc and let slip the boobs of war!" -- Miracleman
Some store, maybe Target, used Baby Got Back to sell backpacks for school but changed the lyrics so they were about back packs.
yes, I remember the horror
I like back PACKS . . .
askye - May 10, 2007 6:12:11 am PDT #6548 of 10001
Thrive to spite them
...and now not only am I earwormed for Every Rose but I can't get the video out of my head either.
Fred Pete - May 10, 2007 6:12:57 am PDT #6549 of 10001
Ann, that's a ferret.
Early 90s music might be tagging along with that.
The '80s didn't really end (or if you prefer, the '90s didn't really begin) until Nirvana broke through and what had been "alternative" became mainstreamed.
Daisy Jane - May 10, 2007 6:13:45 am PDT #6550 of 10001
"This bar smells like kerosene and stripper tears."
Ah. Brett, Brett, how I loved you.
But the scar, that scar will remaaaaaaaaaaaaain!
Nora Deirdre - May 10, 2007 6:14:18 am PDT #6551 of 10001
I’m responsible for my own happiness? I can’t even be responsible for my own breakfast! (Bojack Horseman)
Some store, maybe Target, used Baby Got Back to sell backpacks for school but changed the lyrics so they were about back packs.
I remember that- yeah, it was Target. I laughed and laughed. Often Tom and I talk about backpacks (we both use them daily, so locating or asking to grab sometimes comes up) he'll start singing that. Which also makes me laugh.
It also got me on the ball in listening to the original more often, as it had been a while. Good times.
shrift - May 10, 2007 6:20:00 am PDT #6552 of 10001
"You can't put a price on the joy of not giving a shit." -Zenkitty
There's nothing like getting a table of over 25 drunken people to harmonize badly about cowboys singing their sad, sad songs