70s-child: March 2014

Monday, March 31, 2014

Good Morning:

I won't be around for a few days, so I posted some videos to look at until I return.

I wish I'd learned the guitar:

"Now that's good planning."

Poli. Sci. with a minor in home-ec. I'm sure that got her far...

Saturday, March 29, 2014

Random find:

I found the above doing a random image search for Dynamite Magazines. I have absolutely no idea as to the point of it, but whatever...

Monday, March 24, 2014

Random:

If I'm asked to join in a game of Clue and I can't be Colonel Mustard, I just don't play.

I can't remember if it was '77 or '78. My memory must be slipping:

"Carry On Wayward Son" by Kansas. It'll always be a fave of mine.

It's probably just me...

... but I always found Ronald McDonald to be a bit on the disturbing side, but then again I never really did like clowns.

Sunday, March 23, 2014

Random fact:

When I was around 16, I started to hate birthday parties and being the center of attention. I can relate to what Eric went through...

Monday, March 03, 2014

Random find:

Back in the '70s, this would have been unthinkable.

Don't expect much out of me for a quarter:

As a kid, I never got an allowance. That's something my folks weren't into. They were very generous with me, I never lacked anything, and usually when I asked for something they'd get it for me, but an allowance just wasn't going to happen. In '76, just before my folks split up, dad decided to give me a "job". It was sometime in January and the weather was pretty brutal, so he told me he'd pay me a quarter if I'd open the garage door for him when he got home so he wouldn't have to get out of the car and open it himself. We lived in a split level house (a raised-ranch), and the garage was in the lower level. The very first night, I was watching TV and I heard him pull in and stop at the garage door. I didn't want to leave my show, and it was pretty cold down there in the garage, and I was rather warm and cozy and comfortable sitting in front of the tv, so I basically ignored him. He honked. He honked again. And again. And again. Finally I heard him open the car door, open the garage himself, pull into the garage and slam the door shut. The way he slammed the door, I could tell he was angry and that I was in trouble. He came upstairs and just looked at me. Let's just say I lost my job that night, which didn't really bother me. A QUARTER??? I didn't get out of BED for that kind of money...