Extended metaphor: what if our George still wishes he had never existed? What if the most retarded decade of the 20th century got the ol' Yeller treatment, as it should have on Dec. 31st, 1989?
It's essentially a lost decade, anyways. Does anyone really remember the '90s? Where were you when...Princess Diana died? Unfortunately, I can answer that one. And yes, it did interrupt another crappy episode of SNL.
Uncle Billy didn't eff this one up - shocking though that is. A buncha boring events that didn't really affect our superpower status, some lousy popular culture, and a ruinous baseball strike. Sounds awesome. My friend Max has tried to convince me that the musical good of the '90s outweighs the bad; I gave this theory some credence until it was inevitably steamrolled by the aural twin leviathan of Billy Ray Cyrus and the Spice Girls.
It did give us the internet, but that was a slow develoment. Besides, it didn't really kick ass until this decade (and it was prone to sucking back then).
A decade of innocence.
Reading through Wikipedia's page on the 1990s is like the annoying person in the office telling you their dreams from last night - you're morally compelled to keep paying attention, but the longer it goes on, the more realize that you'll never get those precious seconds of your life back.
But maybe I just hate It's a Wonderful Life. Which I do.
Well, I hope you're happy. You just made Jimmy Stewart cry.
ReplyDeletehe's a sad man, anyways. a sad, dead man.
ReplyDeleteReally you don't remember where you were when Princess Dianna died? We just came home from a Baron's baseball game and Grandma was visiting and she thought it was no big deal. I remember watching Tom Brokah in the den explain the whole thing. Where were you?
ReplyDeleteI do remember! We were watching SNL, fo sho. I do not lie in my posting.
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