And in Lynyrd Skynyrd’s case, there’s zero original members.
Well, there was an original member until last fall. And he didn’t choose to leave the band.
Hmm…since my Delivery Station is closing, every day I spend with my work friends is like Last Wednesday (the John Milius movie). Splitting up and scattering to the winds.
I’m moving up (perhaps, or at least not going back to the bad old days of working sort/conveyer belt), but for some unknown reason a number of my pals seem to want to continue to work in crackhead alley, doing stuff completely unrelated to what we’ve been doing for four or five years, namely, working the belt.
No, it makes me smile because it reminds me of the movie Big Wednsd.: it’s kind of cute.
I discovered today that the entire filmography of a certain group of brothers who made comedy movies in the 1930s and 1940s is available on that archive of the Internet for me to watch in good quality.
The Ritz Brothers? That’s nothing to smile about! (I kid!)
At a yard sale today, someone was unloading a bright red Kitchen Aid “Artisan” upright mixer. For $20. I got it home, and it works.
Of course, this means I’ll have to once again fix more complicated food than handfuls of unsalted peanuts and bottled iced tea… to justify the counter space needed for it. I hope I can remember how.
Must be fanfic out there where he returns from beyond as a 50’ tall undead Maltese Metal rocker and squares off with Giant Servo in a fight to the death. (But the fight is derailed when Crow also grows to Kaiju proportions and starts playing “Cosmic Freight Train” again. So Servo and Big G. team up and drive him out to sea.)
We had a great family astronomy night tonight! Our 6 p.m. show had about 75 people and our 7:30 p.m. show had close to 90 people! For reference, sold out is 98. Our Pink Floyd double feature afterward had about 20 people. And everything functioned! All in all, I’m both really glad and relieved.
Plus, it’s been really nice today. Mid 70s and it’s supposed to get down into the 50s overnight.
I was just browsing a Sears catalog from the mid-80s. They have kept the price on those mixers rock-steady for 40 years.
I very deliberately missed my class reunion last night, and now I’m seeing photos from Bob’s Country Bunker and barely recognize those people so yay for not having to squint and guess names and then retreat to the bar in horror for a double Maker’s, rocks. Phew.
I should have skipped my 20th reunion. Not a single person I hung out with in high school was there. I just got drunk on the free beer and left when they said they were getting on the party bus to go out clubbing. These were people who were almost 40 and they wanted to go clubbing? Forget that. The 30th is coming up in two years. I won’t be going.
A few years ago I had someone contact me on social media (I’ve got a really uncommon name, so they had a good chance of finding the right person) about my high school reunion. I live like 4000 miles away, so that was never going to happen. Also, I only kept in touch with one person from high school, and I think he died just before this.
It seems to have been mostly attended by people who never left town. I got out of town immediately. Honestly, I think FB is as close to a reunion as I want to get, at least I can shut people up or remove them entirely.
Why travel halfway across the country to hang out with 300 people that didn’t like me?
I doubt 300 people would be there. My class was bigger than that and there were maybe 25 people at the reuinion.
Right? I was “weird” because I read books and listened to punk rock, and it looks like you’re all still into Skynyrd and huffing Chevy Nova exhaust, and I couldn’t wait to get away, and now you want me to show up and reminisce?
I skipped mine, if for no other reason than no one invited me, despite the fact that my parents still live in the same house and so any invitation would have made it to me. (I live 400 miles away now though.)
I suspect from the pictures I saw on Facebook that mine was more like, 50-75, but I doubt too many people I know went. My friends were for the most part weirdly divided between “get as far away as possible after college” and “never graduated high school so wouldn’t be invited to a reunion”.
I was actually surprised I was invited. I dropped out my senior year and ended up getting a GED.
Very close to mine own experience.
Found out about my 25th reunion the night before it happened. Didn’t go. Saw pictures a few days later and about 10 people showed up. Out of a graduating class of 545.
ETA: And now people are talking about making plans for the 30th next year. Considering 10-15 people seems like all I have heard of attending any of them, not sure I see the point.