The Cars

We’ve already had a couple of Cars songs in Jay’s post as a tribute to Ric Ocasek but since I’m a bigger fan of the group I’m going to carry it over to this post. My older brother and I used to share a room and he’d listen to his transistor radio at night after lights out. Usually WBCN which didn’t suck back in the 70’s. One night he told me to listen closely because a really good group was going to be broadcast live from the Paradise Club in Boston.

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I Wear My Meme Glasses at Night

Yeah, you probably saw that one coming.

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Simple + Machine = Simple Machine

I remember reading about simple machines back in elementary school. Probably read it in an encyclopedia one day. Yeah, pre-internet, pre-video games we lived a boring life. Our parents bought the World Book Encyclopedia and we actually used it since going to the library was a pain in the ass when you didn’t have a car. Or driver’s license for that matter. This quote always puzzled me as a kid

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How About Some Baby Animals

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You really should go do something more meaningful than read this pos post

Things mawr meaningful:

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How about taking up knitting:

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End Of May, Ayuh, It’s Soon To Be June

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Jay’s new workers are not the sharpest pencils in town.

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Pre-Internet Funny

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It’s hard not to take for granted all of our digital entertainment options. Even the younger Hostages haven’t had the internet as we know it all their lives. Back in HS we learned typing on ancient manual typewriters and there was a Computer Club with about 10 kids in it. Yeah, we had a rotary dial phone at my house until I was in college. Now barely  anyone has a  home phone and it seems nearly every kid has spent more time on YouTube on their phone than they have watching TV. Today we reflect on the pre-gif-era of entertainment as our ancestors experienced it. Well, not exactly since this isn’t the Hostage Weekly Magazine in your mailbox.

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