It was a "Tubular Tuesday" at work today. We use an internal instant messenger program that allows an alternative way to reach or interact with someone else within the company. It also allows group chat sessions and we have one open every day that includes everyone on my team. One of my colleagues initiated the chat and took advantage of being able to rename the chat title. For some reason, maybe flashbacks, they titled the session "Tubular Tuesday ... DUDE!" I just had to laugh, especially since my team consists mostly of people half my age, none of whom were alive when tubular was acceptable vernacular. As soon as I saw it I knew it had the makings of a totally random posting so I can stay true to my blog's intent. I also have a knack for weeding through page after page of images and finding just the right one that might fit the topic of the day. I feel especially proud of this one! I was looking for something dude-ish. Who would have thought there was a children's book touting the joyous pleasures of having fun with Dude and Betty? Where was this when I was a little one, scared out of my wits of the monsters lurking under my bed that came straight out of Where the Wild Things Are. Why did I have to endure such trauma when I could have been smoking a doobie and having fun with Dude and Betty? Of course we did have something similar, HR Puff-n-Stuff, brought to you by the psychedelic world of Sid and Marty Croft. I swear the only reason they got away with such blatant drug references is that none of the adults had a clue what to even look for. From what I understand, the Smothers Brothers used the lack of any comprehension on the part of the censors to get a whole lot of counterculture messages and humor past them. I remember one bit they did where a woman, Leigh French, made a plea for viewers to send her their roaches and she would rid them of their roach problem. The censors had nary a clue and it just went right on the air without question. They just don't have good variety programs on anymore, like the Smothers Brothers, Carol Burnett, Laugh In, or even Sonny and Cher.
I suppose Saturday Night Live is the popular current incarnation so at least we have something! Those were the days when we rode bikes without helmets, mad mud pies and ate half, drank right from the garden hose, played in sandboxes made out of huge old tires, and reveled in a good game of neighborhood Kick the Can. We did all that unsafe and unhealthy stuff and yet here we are! We lived! There were no such things as airbags, cell phones, food allergies, and ADHD. Non-smoking sections didn't exist practically anywhere. Now a person can't smoke with in a thousand feet of any living organism and everyone covers themselves in hand sanitizer, yet people are allergic to anything and everything under the sun! I guess those were simpler times and there was a sense of innocence surrounding day to day life. As many bad memories as I have from that little town in Ohio, I am blessed that I was raised well and in a decent community. Fast forward and everything else is going well. I'm getting my sea legs again at work and feel like I'm ahead of the curve. I still have to work on academic re-entry but there's no rush. I'm not going back until after the first of the year anyway. I am more comfortable in my own skin than I've ever been, and I'm ready to get started on continuing toward my goals and objectives. The blast from the past was nice though; it put me in a nostalgic mood. I guess in the long run I have truly become my parents. I have so much useless and trivial knowledge in my head that I'm always apt to throw out an obscure line from a movie or tidbit of retro pop culture, which no one gets. So it really was a Tubular Tuesday, and this dude got his groove on!
I suppose Saturday Night Live is the popular current incarnation so at least we have something! Those were the days when we rode bikes without helmets, mad mud pies and ate half, drank right from the garden hose, played in sandboxes made out of huge old tires, and reveled in a good game of neighborhood Kick the Can. We did all that unsafe and unhealthy stuff and yet here we are! We lived! There were no such things as airbags, cell phones, food allergies, and ADHD. Non-smoking sections didn't exist practically anywhere. Now a person can't smoke with in a thousand feet of any living organism and everyone covers themselves in hand sanitizer, yet people are allergic to anything and everything under the sun! I guess those were simpler times and there was a sense of innocence surrounding day to day life. As many bad memories as I have from that little town in Ohio, I am blessed that I was raised well and in a decent community. Fast forward and everything else is going well. I'm getting my sea legs again at work and feel like I'm ahead of the curve. I still have to work on academic re-entry but there's no rush. I'm not going back until after the first of the year anyway. I am more comfortable in my own skin than I've ever been, and I'm ready to get started on continuing toward my goals and objectives. The blast from the past was nice though; it put me in a nostalgic mood. I guess in the long run I have truly become my parents. I have so much useless and trivial knowledge in my head that I'm always apt to throw out an obscure line from a movie or tidbit of retro pop culture, which no one gets. So it really was a Tubular Tuesday, and this dude got his groove on!
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