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Drive-in movie theaters. Even going to the few that are still open nowadays is not the same. The lack of the tinny monophonic speakers and the cheesy rolling stock ads during the intermission among the chief reasons.
i'm nostalgic for:
"five hours of summer, once a week"
The smell of sea water and surf wax. The Jesus and Mary Chain. Old shitty tvs with the channel dials that often got things like the Tetris game over screen imprinted on them. Lots of things really, but these really get to me.
edited 16th Mar '11 5:39:44 PM by Aondeug
My TV had Super Mario Brothers imprinted on it.
The very first computer I had * well, it was the family computer, but I got to use it had Solitaire burned into the monitor. It was a DOS version of Solitaire, and the monitor only had two colors- black, and orangish-yellow.
edited 16th Mar '11 8:30:15 PM by EnglishIvy
^ Afterdark! Awesome.
16-bit video games.
Saturday morning cartoons.
The luminiferous aether.
I agree about the Saturday morning cartoons.
They're still around, they're just husks now, as the networks don't care about them anymore because they are small-change and probably only still exist to protect stations' licenses.
Cream buns, free time, brown-and-orange decor, bees and not having an ever-present sense of impending doom.
edited 18th Mar '11 8:52:23 AM by InverurieJones
When I was a teenager, there was this great party house; it was a rambling one-step-from-total-collapse 9 bedroom house just off the freeway. The landlord lived in New Zealand and didn't care what happened to it, and the six people who lived there were intent on throwing the best damn parties the world had seen.
I don't know if they succeeded, but I'm certain they came damn close. The place was called Freak Manor, and it lived up to its name.
Every saturday night, from 1997 til 2005, there was a party. There was drinking, dancing, loud music, nudity, public sex, and silliness...all the things that make life grand. Highlights included...
There are other stories, but I've told most of the really Crazy Awesome ones. (Most of my good tales happened there). But the best part about that house was not the craziness but the safety. Sure, we did things that probably could have gotten us hurt, arrested, or possibly deported. But a 16 year old girl could fall asleep on the couch without fear, and a bunch of hairy missing-link looking motherfuckers would be falling all over themselves to get her a blanket and make sure she was okay. Crazy is available at any frat house in the country. Safe, you find that in church.
Seldom do you find both in the same place.
Recently, the house was demolished; I'm told they're going to put a gas station there. It saddened me, as a great thing was lost. But then, the spirit that sustained it has long been missing from geek culture.
So. Darryl, Ross, Tamara, Derick, And the other residents of Freak Manor, I salute you. All except Martin. You, sir, failed to rock.
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Dangerous playground equipment. Remember the days of metal slides that would sear the back of your legs in the summer? Creaky wooden Big Toys with splinters and nothing but gravel to cushion your fall? Wobbly merry-go-rounds with concrete pads, where you'd get half a dozen kids riding it with ten pushing, only to have some kid trip and knock a tooth out or whack his head on the concrete?
I still play on that stuff, DG.
I too miss home-cooked meals and morning cartoons, they sure aint what they was.
@Morven, I also miss the trains but more specifically the view on the way to anywhere as you'd inevitably see many fields of horses, sheep and cows which in turn made me nostalgic for the countryside.
I miss places like Discovery Zone. There was this one I went to as a kid; it wasn't Discovery Zone, but it was similar. It was a giant building with almost nothing in it but a massive series of tubes that you ran around in all day. Gawd, I miss places like that. But I guess I miss fitting in places like that.
This place called Club Kids where I live. It had all these fun games, but it was mostly known for this huge obstacle course type thing that had ball pits, slides, a ton of tubes, and a bunch of other cool things. That was the place to have your kids birthday party. It was so cool. But now, it's been closed for years.
edited 25th Mar '11 1:00:54 PM by nekoalexa
I used to go to gymnastics lessons as a child. Somewhere in this place there existed a pool filled with foam that you could practice diving into. Jumping into said pool was amazing. That pool was the coolest thing ever as a child.
Foam pools and pools make me smile.
The beach and surfing. Times were good back then. Well they felt good. I just didn't know about how much of a dick my dad was. Still those were fun times and I still think he looks cool when he surfs. Everyone does. That movie Surfs Up makes me cry buckets. We used to watch surf documentaries together and I thought that surfers were amazing and that my dad was the coolest dude. Then he let me down one too many times and eventually quit surfing all together. He gave up on his dream. Sort of like the main character and his idol. Except my idol didn't become cool again.
The surfing scenes in Lilo And Stitch get me as well.
edited 25th Mar '11 1:06:47 PM by Aondeug
That reminds me of surfing with my buddies back in high school. We weren't very good, and we all tried to fit the "look" of surfers.
Good times, that.
I've been stuck in desert towns for years. Far from the beach. No one I know ever wants to go back. Not even just for a trip. So I'll have to get going on a trip on my own one of these days.
I'm not much for the beach during the summer daytime — too damn hot, and I sunburn like crazy thanks to being English and Irish — but evenings are another matter, and winter's another matter. I'd hate to be far from the sea.
I'm nostalgic for being excited about snow. Actually if I was a little kid I would be just as angry and rage-y about snow happening in the end of March, but at least i would have had fun snow days. As it is snow, snow makes me want to stab something.
And for some reason that post conjured the late-90s Nick Jr in my mind.
The smell of the Underground in London. We used to go every year, but it's dwindled to every other year for my parents, and less so for me since I have limited paid vacation. Nevertheless, if I concentrate hard enough I can feel that breeze blowing a sweet smell of... something... to me it smells like ozone and wilting flowers when a train approaches a station.
edited 14th Apr '11 9:31:31 PM by Bur
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