I really miss being out late at night and everything was asleep. The traffic lights would blink instead of endlessly shifting from green to yellow to red. When I would turn on the TV, there’d be dead air. No infomercials or shows which couldn’t quite make it like the Byron Allen show. If it was early enough, I could watch an American montage while America the Beauitful played before some announcer’s rich brown voice would announce this station has ended its broadcasting day, see you at six for the farm report. Perhaps I’m looking at things through rose colored glasses where the memories are burnished by the sands of time but everything’s so busy nowadays. The whole world has to work at the same pace as the daylight hours, grinding itself into dust. Good bye cruel board. I’ll try not to have the screen door hit me on the ass on the way out.
:rolleyes:
Well that was strange and confusing.
I’ll toss in one of these too: :rolleyes:
ok, I’m done wasting bandwith.
If it does, you’ll probably pop the bits of ancient lathe holding the screen to the door, and have to go down into the basement searching for a tack hammer and tiny nails so you can reaffix the screen and keep the bugs out when summer finally comes again.
Sounds like the musings of an old man as he sits, with his jug of punch, saddened and lonely.
This still happens in various communities, just slightly off the main drag, usually. Go hunt up a bedroom suburb.
Now that’s just depressing. I wouldn’t mind an evening montage that is similar to the old sign-off, but only without the sign-off; things would resume as usual afterward.
So I don’t get the latter portion of your message—you’re disturbed by the late-night activity on the boards? You’d rather there be color bars or that photo of that little tic-tac-toe hustler staring at you with a crooked smile at midnight each evening, with Cecil doing a snarky, berating voiceover?
:rolleyes:
If you were the only one awake, you do realise that you must have started it all?
You bastard.
Go read “Faster: The Acceleration of Just About Everything” by…dammit, I know this…James Gleick? Might have the spelling wrong, but it’s close. The same guy who wrote that book on chaos theory. Him. Anyway, it’ll give you some interesting perspective on this type of thing.
I like tortillas.
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Did you just have kids recently or something? Start working a first-shift job? I actually don’t miss the late, lonely (and admittedly scenic) nights which, I now realize, were only possible because I didn’t have a job or a regular life. I kinda like being a government drone who is able to afford a decent house and raise a kid or two.