I count my blessings every day that there was never an internet in 1985. Picture four intrepid space jockeys, each with their own spaceship reflecting the personality and playing style of each (Eddie’s was a nimble fighter, with red black and white stripe pattern, Michael’s was a lumbering gold cruiser with massive thundering cannons, let’s not talk about what Dave was flying…) quipping one-liners of VH lyrics while dogfighting the evil empire forces.
Although there was no internet and I tried hard to shred and burn all evidence of the above, I suspect that my mother holds onto copies somewhere in her attic and will “accidently” mail them to the media should I ever end up running for any public office or position.
I used to ***glue ***pictures of Star Trek on my wall. I used to attend Star Trek meetings and I used to talk for hours on the phone with a fellow Star Trek nerds on the merits of Star Trek over Lost in Space. I even dyed myself green for Halloween.
My freshman year of college I got really, really into the Ishmael series of books, to the point where I was telling my friends how stupid we all were for abandoning the hunter/gatherer life style and enslaving ourselves to this ridiculous notion of work. I would stay up late at night attempting to have heated discussions about the books with my roommate. I’m just glad I didn’t actually run into anybody with a real knowledge of anthropology.
If it makes you feel better, I’ll admit to the same thing.
But I’ll only admit to it if it makes you feel better, if not then I have no idea what you’re talking about. Nope, never lusted after those guys. whistles nonchalantly
From the age of ten to about thirteen, I was a little bit obsessed with the Redwall series (which consisted of vaguely medieval animals feasting, questing, being besieged, and feasting some more in every book). I thought that warrior squirrels and evil rats and weasels and such were pretty cool, worried about the problems of scale inherent in mouse vs. wildcat combat, and had a vague ongoing fanfiction in my head.
Had I known about furries at the time, I might have been one. A medieval grey fox poisoner/archer/spy furry with a mysterious past.
(During that timespan, I also read at least half of the Star Wars novels that had been published. I even owned some of the short story collections that gave backstories to creatures like the cantina band in A New Hope, or to one of Jabba the Hutt’s nasty dancers who is onscreen for all of five seconds.)
Wow. I’m pleased to see I’m not the only Sailor Moon fan (or the only Harry Potter geek) around here.
But I think I’m the only Kim Possible fan. On top of that, I’m getting into Naruto. Help me.
I was a Motley Crue devotee, for some of my middle and high school years. I had posters, wood carvings, jewelry, even panties. I named my first pet after the band. I ripped pages out of Circus magazine and taped them all over my bedroom walls. I had a Vince Neil wall, when I was about 15. All Vince, floor to ceiling. Yikes. Not my finest moment in taste.
I was obsessed with John Leguizamo in seventh and eighth grade (1996-7). I watched The Pest a million times and loved it every time. I wrote “I heart John Leguizamo” in the center of my left hand in purple ink every day. I remember that my dad brought a laptop home from work and let me go on the internet (probably one of the first times I did that). I sat for hours looking at pictures of John Leguizamo - I think each one took a couple minutes to load. I went as Chi Chi from To Wong Foo for Halloween. A major reason for wanting a TV in my room was to be able to fall asleep watching a John Leguizamo movie.
I had an even bigger obsession with Jude Law from eighth to eleventh grade (1998-2000). The first movie I saw him in was Gattaca, and I bawled when his character killed himself. Unfortunately I watched that movie with my brother, who could then torment me just by saying “Gattaca” or making some allusion to fire or an oven. I scoured magazines for his picture (which wasn’t easy to find back then) to cut out and glue onto my notebooks. I collected massive amounts of pictures of him from various websites. I remember crying when I saw the preview for The Talented Mr. Ripley because I knew he would die in the movie and because I just thought he was so beautiful.
I still like John Leguizamo and Jude Law, but I’m definitely embarrassed by how seriously I adored them. The Pest really sucks, but I still maintain that John Leguizamo is a good actor. Jude Law’s an excellent actor, in my opinion, but I don’t find him attractive anymore.
Now I’m obsessed with Felicity, and no, I’m not ashamed. Maybe I will be in a couple of years.
I just realized that if anyone from high school is a Doper, my anonymity will be shattered. Crushes on John Leguizamo and Jude Law were like my defining characteristics at that period in time. What a loser!
Trip Hop wasn’t shortlived. It’s still alive and kicking, and awesome.
Mine was when the New Kids on the Block came out when I was like 10 or 11. I liked them for a few months. I had one tape. My Grandmother saw that I liked them and sent me a package filled with merchandise. It was embarassing when my friends saw it all.
Yes, I admit that I had a wood carving of the band logo on my bookshelf. I think one of my sisters bought it for me at a kiosk in the mall. It was… not one of my more tasteful decor items.
