Thursday, January 12, 2012

Livin' in the 80s Month: Day Eleven

movies:
  • poltergeist (1982) this movie is fucking creepy. not so much because of the film itself (though that clown made me want to bleach my brain. i believe my exact words were "WHAT THE FUCK I DON'T REMEMBER A FUCKING CLOWN WHAT IS THIS SHIT I DIDN'T AGREE TO THIS, FUCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCK!!!"). no, it's creepy because various cast members of the original film & it's sequels died within a couple of years of filming & also because they used REAL CADAVERS as props. WHAT THE HELL. way to curse everyone, spielberg.
  • st. elmo's fire (1985) two hours of brat pack whinging. the imdb plot summary is amazing "a group of friends, just out of college, struggle with adulthood. their main problem is that they're all self-centered and obnoxious". well, they look good, at least.
tv shows:
  • full house (1987-95) season one, eps 2-9. i've noticed they quite desperately pushed uncle jesse's "have mercy!" catchphrase in these early episodes. to the max. pretty much every time he opened his mouth.
  • married...with children (1987-97) season two, ep 22 & season three, ep 1. the final episode of season two (about peggy's hick relatives visiting) was dedicated to divine. kyle tells me that divine was supposed to play one of the uncles & that it was going to be an ongoing role. he'd died the night before he was to shoot his first episode. would've been radical, shame.

food & drink:
  • bogus instant coffee at work.
  • two plums.
  • strawberry chupa chup.
  • homemade banana cake, teevee snacks & twinings english breakfast tea.
  • big fat salad.
  • vanilla choc wedge.

challenges/comments:

kyle is having trouble randomly spewing out modern day pop cultural references. he just can't stop. thuggish ruggish bone sung lonely island style is a big one. we do a lot of around the house singing, so it's hard to make sure it's 80s appropriate. i myself keep singing "THREE HAAAAAAAMS!" which is from the brak show & referenced in my blog address. it's only because we're not allowed. we're children, i swear.

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