I almost tweeted this: “Anyone who describes himself as an Internet Pioneer should have ‘dysentery’ as their cause of death.” No, tweak it: The cause of death for anyone who called themselves an Internet Pioneer should always be dysentery.” No, hone it a bit more - oh, who cares.

Didn’t post it because I never played the game. Stolen valor, and all that. But I was thinking about the sad case of being an Internet Pioneer, because the Internet is always inventing new idiots to be the face of the medium for a brief period, and the new idiots who follow them are usually no more aware of history than any other cohort of shiny young folk.

I thought of this today because I saw a tweet that said, in effect, and I’ve just written a lot of words I didn’t have to, but there we are -

ANYWAY it said there was a period right before the rise of the internet that wasn’t captured and stored for reuse - the end of the 80s, the early 90s. It was seen as being too recent to have nostalgic feelings about. I think that’s true, and given how important the time was, it’s a pity. Not enough to make me do a 90s site for the Decades Project, though - and besides, to reinforce the point, there’s so little source material. No one warmed up the scanner for last year’s mags.

The fall of magazines will be a great loss to the future, if only for the ads. They didn’t tell us how we lived, but how we should, or should want to, or how the cool people probably lived in New York or Miami. I just got a big batch of stuff I’ve been sifting, and it’s a reminder that the high 80s - 1984 to 1988 - had an unmistakable style that doesn’t have the laff-factor you get with 60s and 70s grooviosity.

Oh, the TV and camcorder ads. Such power! Such huge screens!

I think anyone attempting to figure out that thing would suffer from Dimensia. But at the time: AWESOME POWER

Scenes from a music video they probably only showed after midnight on CABLE

All this plus constant barely-sublimated nuclear dread!

Not from our internet, really. But the Real World. Photo roll stuff.


Did I already mention this? I think I sent it to Daughter with the caption SNOWFLAKE SAUCE Lol, sarcastically, of course.

Because the problem people have with Prego is all that garlic.


We are either in a period of perilous decline or glorious innovation, and possibly both simultaneously.

What is the added flavor? Demonstrably artificial vanilla and even more sugar?

This annoys me EVERY. SINGLE. MINUTE.

Also known as "search.

And then there's this.

This is the default view in Dreamweaver. You have to have something - either the Application Bar, or the Application Frame. You just can’t look at nothing! So you have to read this idiotic message.

It's obvious someone in product design liked "let's turn coffee into code" but A) it wasn't inclusive enough, and B) let's say "website code" in case someone thinks this is another programming language.



I swear, nothing has changed, even though I know better.

The spot from which I take these is a dead-end in a residential building's skyway. It's the end of the system, for now. Last time I was there two sketchy dudes were coming the other way, and when I got to my spot - whew. They'd gone inside to smoke. Part of the winsome group that hangs around the brighty shiny library all day.

As for the Public Services building, the more the facade goes up, the less I feel enthused. We'll see.

Hey, what did it look like last week?


From my vast collection of things with almost no monetary value whatsover, I bring you this week's entry.

  The mainstay of any kid's collection: Magyar Posta!

It's from the Hungarian Transport and Telecommunication series. A sightseeing bus. A cursory examination of Hungary on the Internet does not reveal the name of the building.



I guess you call the cops before you let the parents know Little Jackie was snatched:

Can't be that easy, can it?

Solution is here.








NIGHTWATCH, another Dragnet pretender - or rather a show that took advantage of the interest in Real Police Stories to try somthing new.

It's a great idea - bascally, COPS on the radio. But this clip warns you: "serious" and "real" can often be mistaken for "dull."



Like COPS, the one constant is, and always will be, lying suspects.




It does have an interesting "time-capsule" feel, though.


More of these later in the year. The show didn't catch on, but it yielded some interesting moments.

Wish I had them right now, to be honest.


This one popped up in the bin at Hunt & Gather, the antique store / cultural museum.

It's Crazy Guggenheim! Now . . . how do you think he sounds?




Number one on the charts in 1963. Wikipedia:

Fontaine died of a heart attack on August 4, 1978 in Spokane, Washington. He had just completed a live stage benefit show, having accepted a check for $25,000 which he planned to donate for heart research, when he collapsed and died.






From our 70s series: it's the Bicentennial Dodge ad!

That'll do - have a fine weekend, and we'll do it all over again on Monday.



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