I'm saying things that I really shouldn't say. (I guess you matter to me.)
Zhandi takes us deep into Nostalgia-ville with this unlikely mega hit from Tracy Chapman. Everyone had this tape — I even caught my parents listening to the one they gave me for Christmas. I bet everyone over the age of thirty... five could do an impromptu singalong, since we all know the words by heart.
PSA from Ebola (the commenter, not the disease. We hope? I mean, Ebola does have some karma to work off, so this would be a good start.) on how to post gifs on Kinja. Let the emoting commence!
Keeping it real with the retro, Twizzlers lets us know that a great old movie is streaming on Netflix. If you haven't seen it, do so. Barbara Stanwick smolders right through the Hays Code , and who doesn't want to see the dad from My Three Sons take a darker turn? In Twizz' words, "If you watch this movie for no other reason than to see how Barbara Stanwyck sits in a chair and wields an ankle, that's good enough."
Sally intherain inspires us with mid century road trip imagery. The roads are open, and the future is here America! It's only up from here and anything is possible.
We interrupt our regularly scheduled programming to remind Backtalk denizens to sign up for next week's round ups. Make a little teapot steam up and shout by volunteering today.
I'm not entirely sure what's going on here, but I think it's best left to people younger than myself.
Bajmahal51 is prompted! Write, write, write like you've never written before.
Zhandi is determined to give us the soundtrack to our youth today. When I was a teen, I had a job at a bakery in the East Village, and I would see Fred Schneider shopping for vinyl at Venus Records on St. Marks every Saturday morning before my shift started. Sadly, I was too shy to approach. The man was serious about his collecting, he would flip through everything. God I miss record stores.
Can nostalgia contain seeds of deeper nostalgia? Snacktastic gives us 90s indie darlings performing one of the seminal albums of the 20th century.
Pie! So much pie! Ziggy, darling, I can't offer recipes but I do volunteer my taste buds.
Sally's had a rough day, so lets give her our hugs, support and good thoughts. This too shall pass.
Clementine Rountree writes. Thanks for sharing this with us.
Well, have you? (I confess that I never did care for the Flaming Lips. Thanks for not judging.)
Chrono tells us of the Pokemon horror. No, seriously, Pokemon horror. How evil would it be to go back in time and replace my little brother's Pokemon cards with these? I wouldn't even have to if he didn't leave them lying around every where! Just kidding, I would be too busy stalking Fred Schneider at Venus Records.
And with that, I bid you goodnight! Sleep tight. Don't let the demonic Pokemon bite!