quote:Originally posted by ralph: I pride myself on having a fairly good sense of humor, but this thread has gone completey over my head.
Just keeping you in your place. Making you aware that you could never truly understand the complex in-jokes and references to obscure posts 5 years back that make up TMO.
quote:Originally posted by Black Mask: Ron Wood and James Jamerson, perhaps?
Ah, now this debate could run and run. Thought they might have gone for McCartney on bass and John Fogerty on rhythm guitar? Or maybe Neil Young. In fact, there is footage of Neil Young and Jimmy Page playing together here. Ragged glory and tight but loose.
ETA: And here's some John Fogerty, though he seems to have made his trousers from parts of the sofa?
Can anyone who grew up in the 80s remember those lamps...they would have a sculpture of a lady in the style of a Greek statue, and then there would be all these tiny wires round the outside, and small beads of water would drip down the wires? Does anyone know what I mean? I didn't dream it I don't think. I used to be really fascinated by them when I was little. Anyway, what's the name of them? I want to find a picture of one but I don't even know what I'm supposed to be searching for.
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quote:Originally posted by London: Doesn't deserve its own thread but:
Can anyone who grew up in the 80s remember those lamps...they would have a sculpture of a lady in the style of a Greek statue, and then there would be all these tiny wires round the outside, and small beads of water would drip down the wires? Does anyone know what I mean? I didn't dream it I don't think. I used to be really fascinated by them when I was little. Anyway, what's the name of them? I want to find a picture of one but I don't even know what I'm supposed to be searching for.
LOL
My Auntie Valerie had one. Even as a kid, I remember thinking, "Hmmm... tacky!"
It had a little lamp in the top caused the 'gilding' to flake off. And without looking too closely you could spot all sorts of moulding faults in the cheapo plastic Grecian figure. I seem to remember plastic foliage, lurid green, wrapped around the Greek ladies' feet. That stuff on the wires wasn't water, it was sort of gooey. Gelatine?
I don't think I had a concept of 'tacky' when I was really young. I don't think that kind of thinking kicked in for me till I was maybe 11 or something? Or older? I liked fur (used to stroke the coats of the posh rich Chislehurst ladies without them noticing) and gilt and rain lamps and unicorns and bone china horses. Ah, the 80s.
It was mineral oil in the lamps, apparently. I didn't know that, I always thought it was water. I was always too scared to touch it. I don't know, the lamps just seemed to signify some kind of adult world of naked ladies and magic and luxury that I didn't quite understand.
I don't think Black Mask and I would have got on as children at all.
quote:Originally posted by squeegy: Just keeping you in your place. Making you aware that you could never truly understand the complex in-jokes and references to obscure posts 5 years back that make up TMO.
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quote:Originally posted by ralph: I pride myself on having a fairly good sense of humor, but this thread has gone completey over my head.
OK, this is going to be really fucking dull, but bear with me.
The title makes reference to Check Your Inbox (CYI) threads that have been a tradition of TMO since its inception. The threads act as a heads up to check your (email) inbox when someone's emailed you, and you're impatiently waiting on a reply. It's based on the slightly flawed logic that, upon jacking into the internet one might trawl through every bit of banter, drinks invitation, private in joke and argument on TMO without once going to their email to look for messages that are specifically adressed to them by people they already like enough to share their email address with.
So anyway, a CYI thread would be active for a long time, maybe 18 months. A side effect would be that if the thread was bumped up to top of the boards, then you'd click on it and see names of posters who might have last posted 10 months ago (in the instance of ben's joke, 69 Comeback Elvis). For a moment this causes a slight moment of disorientation as you assume they've suddenly rejoined the boards, until you notice that the post in 10 months old. The title of the thread here, makes reference to this phenomenon that most people will have experienced, but probably never explicitly acknowledged. This results in a wry smile and a nod of recognition for a shared experience.
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There wasn't supposed to be a joke. It was just a thread title.
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quote:Originally posted by London: I don't think I had a concept of 'tacky' when I was really young.
Maybe I was just exposed to too much tacky? I remember ranks of gaudily-painted plaster religious figurines, 3D moving pictures of the crucifixion and the Sacred Heart, ornately framed photographs of various popes, saints and Elvis. There was the trend for porcelain shire horses pulling creaky wooden haywains, leather staps covered in horse-brasses, wicker peacock chairs, fake fur throw cushions and shagpile. Fluffy candlewick toilet seat covers and horseshoe-shaped mats to go around the front of the toilet. Vast ugly blown-crystal fish with neon colours shot through their insides, sadclowns, weeping monster-eyed orphans, green orientals and pool-playing dogs printed onto chipboard and mounted in golden plastic rococo frames hung over black-on-black bamboo flock wallpaper. Music centres the size of transit vans clad in flaking vinyl veneer pumping out Sacha Distel, Val Doonican and Sweet, overstuffed corduriy sofas with wood-effect armrests and plastic ball-and-claw feet. Nylon bedclothes and polyester pyjamas that, when combined, could give you near-fatal electric shocks, lava lamps, trimphones, suedette, velour, draylon...
quote:Originally posted by Black Mask: fake fur throw cushions and shagpile. Fluffy candlewick toilet seat covers and horseshoe-shaped mats to go around the front of the toilet.....sadclowns....weeping monster-eyed orphans, green orientals and pool-playing dogs printed onto chipboard and mounted in golden plastic rococo frames hung over black-on-black bamboo flock wallpaper......corduriy sofas with wood-effect armrests.....Nylon bedclothes
quote:Originally posted by London: I don't think I had a concept of 'tacky' when I was really young.
Maybe I was just exposed to too much tacky? I remember ranks of gaudily-painted plaster religious figurines, 3D moving pictures of the crucifixion and the Sacred Heart, ornately framed photographs of various popes, saints and Elvis. There was the trend for porcelain shire horses pulling creaky wooden haywains, leather staps covered in horse-brasses, wicker peacock chairs, fake fur throw cushions and shagpile. Fluffy candlewick toilet seat covers and horseshoe-shaped mats to go around the front of the toilet. Vast ugly blown-crystal fish with neon colours shot through their insides, sadclowns, weeping monster-eyed orphans, green orientals and pool-playing dogs printed onto chipboard and mounted in golden plastic rococo frames hung over black-on-black bamboo flock wallpaper. Music centres the size of transit vans clad in flaking vinyl veneer pumping out Sacha Distel, Val Doonican and Sweet, overstuffed corduriy sofas with wood-effect armrests and plastic ball-and-claw feet. Nylon bedclothes and polyester pyjamas that, when combined, could give you near-fatal electric shocks, lava lamps, trimphones, suedette, velour, draylon...
It was a nightmare.
A fucking nightmare.
This should be a song... a boy or a girl with a regional accent should recite this list over some... some backing track, I dunno what. Can I nick this and give you a credit? Imagine Jarvis Cocker reciting this... gosh it would be lovely.
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I'm just exposed to too much tacky, I want to do whatever tacky people do, Lava, heat and rain lamps ampy, Courdroy cushions ....the colour of poo
and what else could I do? Shove a horshoe carpet under the loo-a-woo-aoh oh, woah awoah a oh-oh oh
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It wasn't anything important: just one of those "Fucking hell, is it me or is XXX being really irritating on the boards recently?" emails.
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