Is it “National Nostalgia Week” or something? Is there such an event? If so, Why was I not informed? If there is, how would the organisers control peoples memories? If you have bad remembrances can you get a refund? These and other pointless...
This is actually Version 4 of my blog.
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Is it “National Nostalgia Week” or something? Is there such an event? If so, Why was I not informed? If there is, how would the organisers control peoples memories? If you have bad remembrances can you get a refund? These and other pointless...
I forget exactly when this incident happened. I do remember it was towards the end of the University season (either the year end, or midway). It was in my second to last year in University, and everyone was rushing about trying to finish papers,...
I was talking to a friend recently, and for some reason I can not recall the conversation drifted to pulling, Helping friends pull, and things you can do. It was one of them weird conversations that just seem to jump from tangent to tangent with...
I have recently reconnected with some old friends on various Social Networking sites, and we have been catching up and reminding each other of various stories and escapades from the past. I will probably post a few of the more “safe” stories on...
You cant beat a “good ole family barn raising“. Well, technically there were no barn’s raised, or any barns at all really. And the closet thing to an Amish was a tall blond in skin-tight jodhpurs who walked past at one point. (What is it about...
It’s a really small world you know. Even without the Interweb making it smaller and smaller every year. It used to be said that the “Human Web” covering the world meant that any person on the planet is at most just “Six degrees of Separation” from...
Some nostalgia found on the old Pleasuredome website (c)99 The sign on the gate said Pleasuredome rest home for the mentally unstable. Wheels crunched on the gravel path. An old man in an armored wheelchair rolled past, pointing his plastic pulse...