When I was 12 years old I’d wake up on a Saturday morning, watch some cartoons and pro wrestling, go outside and throw a rubber ball off the side of the house, get the guys in the neighborhood together for Wiffle Ball, go inside for Atari and snacks, ride my bike to Dairy Queen for a Mr. Misty, listen to Casey Kasem, flip on ESPN and watch sports with no social commentary, flip it over to MTV, which showed actual music videos, go back outside for more Wiffle Ball, and then think “Hey, it’s almost 3 pm.” Living my best life and had no fucking idea how good I had it.
The three stages of me hearing Rhinestone Cowboy:
1. “Oh, great, this song. I’m gonna change the station …”
2. “Maybe one more verse …”
3. “LIKE A RHINESTONE COWBOYYYY … RIDIN’ OUT ON A HORSE IN A STAR-SPANGLED RODEOOOOO …”
If you recognize any of these commercials, congratulations. You’ve probably been advised to get a colonoscopy and you have at least one pair of readers.
Birth to age 10 is an eternity. 11 to 20 also takes forever. 20 to 30 sneaks up on you a little bit. 30 to 40 picks up some steam, and 40 to 50 glides by. 50 to 60 appears so far to have a jet engine.
Planes, Trains and Automobiles was released OTD in 1987.
Steve Martin's epic car rental tirade with the brilliant Edie McClurg drops 19 'F' bombs in just 60 seconds. The movie would've easily been a PG were it not for this scene. Thank you, John Hughes, wherever you are.