Summer of '86

I'm sure that like me, many football (soccer) fanatics can call up and/or cross reference life memories based on what major football event was taking place at the same time. For me, the Summer of 1986 comes rushing in like a flood. A random collection of memories in no particular order:
-I lived in a college flop house near the Syracuse University campus with my best friend Jeff, but rarely saw him as most of my time was spent in the "blink-and-you'll-miss-it" town of Tully to the south (where my girlfriend lived).
-In a stunning display of irresponsibility, I walked out the back door of my dead end dish washing job at a rib joint one day. Not long after that, I blew off an interview at McDonald's.
-I learned to really swim in a small pond for the first time.
-I watched the England-Argentina match on the SU campus in a room full of Argentinians. I hate the little bastard (Diego Maradona) for the first goal, but can't deny him the second-one of the greatest ever. (They should have dropped him! That was the pre-professional foul era. The worst that would have happened would have been a yellow card.)
-I watched the France-Brazil quarter-final with Jeff on a small 13" black and white TV in the aforementioned flop house.
-I can't remember which match we watched at Jim Gorant's place (another flop). But all his roommates and their friends were huge (American) football players and/or fans. They kept parroting "DA WORLD CUP!" in mockery of the beautiful game. No malice intended. They just didn't get it.
-My girlfriend's father gave me odd jobs, with no chiding whatsoever on quitting the one I had.
-Jeff and I had a huge, unfortunate misunderstanding with our Nigerian roommate, who may have been plotting to kill us all after what our other roommates were doing to him (spoiled rich kids with no tact). My most heartfelt, profuse apologies were repelled (thrice!).
-Perhaps in solidarity, Jeff quit the co-op he was working too.
-I bought many (vinyl) albums from the Record Theater off Marshall Street, despite having almost no money.
-The intellectual metal dude I worked with at the rib place played the same classic rock station whenever he was on shift. I may have heard "Kashmir" about 20 times in my 4-6 weeks there. Also in heavy rotation that summer:
Secret Separation by The Fixx
In Your Wildest Dreams by The Moody Blues
When the Heart Rules the Mind by GTR (Reviewed by one crtitic in a single acronym: "SHT". Poor Steve Howe...)
Sledgehammer by Peter Gabriel
-The Monkees were on a reunion tour. And our roomie Bob had a facial structure such that, when asked, he could contort his face into a dead ringer for Micky Dolenz (Monkees drummer).
-We had a "communal cat" (Bob's actually) named Lord Byron. (I think Bob was an English major.) he was the coolest feline ever.
-I got my lifetime fill of Benny Mardones.
-After a weekend trip back home where I retrieved much of my vinyl collection, I stumbled with a full crate of LPs, tripped, fell, and ruptured a vein at my arm bend. Said vein blew up like a grape and fuelled my hypochondria. (I had no health insurance at the time.) It did go down and morph into a rainbow-colored bruise.

More Internet Lameness

In all seriousness, would this ad make you want to buy car insurance from this vendor? Or check their mortgage rates? It took me maybe five minutes to compose in a free 3D application called Daz 3D (which is a great little app, by the way). (Rendering took 10 minutes.) I am embarrassed for them. This is symbolic of the downside of Web 2.0 and the cult of the amateur run amok.

The Soundtrack of My Life

In my blissful 70s youth, I have fuzzy recollections of falling asleep to Dr Demento and offbeat hits like "They're Coming to take Me Away" by Napoleon XIV or "Hocus Pocus" by Focus. The outro/epilogue to the Moody Blues' "Nights in White Satin" used to scare me with its dramatic orchestral flourishes followed by the mysterious, "Breathe deep the gathering gloom..." sequence. It also will always evoke images from the original motion picture of H.G. Wells' "The Time Machine" , especially the Morlocks. (I think I first heard the song on late night radio right after watching the film on the Channel 7 Late Show. I have yet to see the 2002 version with Guy Pearce, as it got severely panned. But images I came across of the newer Morlock species definitely has my curiosity piqued.)
Other songs that, due to their original late night spins, always make me melancholy and sleepy:
"Dreamweaver" by Gary Wright
"I'm Not in Love" by 10CC
"Wildfire" by Walter Murphy
"Main Street" by Bob Seger
"Shannon" Henry Gross
"All By Myself" by Eric Carmen
"Never Gonna Fall in Love Again" by Eric Carmen
Thomas Dolby's Golden Age of Wireless LP always brings back memories of "The Hunger" . Images and ideas from the film stuck with me as I listened to tracks like "One of Our Submarines" and "Europa and the Pirate Twins". (It also reminds me of the horrific insomnia I had at the time, which stuck with me for some 15 years. In this stylish vampire flick, one theme was how sleep affects aging. Very depressing at the time: I was convinced I had about ten years more to live. I still don't know why this flick gets such a low rating. Me thinkey it be a masterpiece.)
The Housemartins' first 2 LPs will always remind me of the cute, pre-nose job Jennifer Grey doppelganger who worked at the Seneca Mall Cavage's. During one of the numerous trips in which I failed to strike up even a casual conversation with her, I heard her mention how much she loved said English band. I even followed her weekly to a local college bar for drink and drown night. My drink and drown partner in crime, Brian, actually knew her and attempted to facilitate an introduction. But one look from him in conversation with her evinced a wide-eyed, panicky shake of the head or, in one case, a hasty beeline for the door. Fear and social retardation at its finest. (We had a running joke about it. We referred to my specific fear of record store chicks as "genaphobia": Her name was Gena.)

Video Game Myths Debunked

Not that I would advocate exposing my son to such graphic images of violence before the age of, say 12. But this article I came across on the PBS website of all places pretty much sums up how I've felt about (mature) video games for a long time. I have spent many post-baby bedtime hours playing violent video games (GTA IV, Gears of War, Resident Evil 5, Killzone) and I guarantee you will never see my name in the headlines for some horrific violence. The same goes for millions of other middle-age gamers who are husbands, fathers, businessmen, politicians, doctors, etc. It's another classic case of people passing the buck and/or finding a scapegoat. If you aren't giving your kids your ear or even the time of day, don't expect their all-night Quake Wars Enemy Territory sessions to lead to anything positive.

I mean, I really enjoy Grand Theft Auto IV. But you're reading the words of a man who regularly escorts unwelcome spiders (even wasps if I can help it) out of his house with a catch and release policy. Researching clips on spiders, I got a little angry when I came across an open source video of a teenager killing one just to make a video. Lame.

The Ugly Truth About Monster Cable Products Inc

Not that this is anything new. But after this most recent bottom feeding stunt by Monster Cable Products Inc, I had to speak out. These douche bags have gone after at least nine companies who had the audacity to use the word “Monster” in their title. Look at this partial list of victims on their Wikipedia site, which includes a kid’s skiing group and a small vintage clothes store. How do these scumbags match up to AIG? You decide. Let me close by saying, “Die, Monster Cable Products! DIE, DIE, DIE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (That's right. I'm using your logo. Come at me, scum suckers!)