Friday, August 01, 2014

Wish You Were Here

With our border-crossing blues behind us, Norma and I are enjoying our summer vacation...



If you're at loose ends while we're away, here's a little diversion for you.

The Nostalgia Machine will take you back to your misspent youth.

Simply choose a year from the drop-down menu, and a smorgasbord of music videos from that year will appear.  Click here to go back to your heyday. Happy listening!



p.s. Norma is having a sulk because it doesn't go back past 1960.

57 comments:

  1. It doesn't go forward to the year 2525 either.

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  2. Mr Swings and I have successfully forwarded to 2025, if that's any help, Mr Lax?
    Meanwhile, 1984 here I come....
    Sx

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  3. wanna see the pool empty like a boat
    full of piranha was just dumped in it?

    "OOPSIE! SORRY GIRLS,
    I JUST WEE-WEED A LITTLE!"

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    1. I don't think that's what MJ meant when she said, "loose ends."

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    2. Norma can't help it at the age. You can't hold back what you can't hold in your hand.

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    3. i forgot how to do my kegels.

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  4. I like the Nostalgia Machine. It's like a TARDIS. Except it reminds you that Huey Lewis and the News really did exist, and not just in your nightmares. Jx

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    1. He was performing in Canada last week.

      I gave it a miss.

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  5. Darling, nothing goes back past 1960. Except, possibly, your regrets.

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  6. And, man, is 1985 ever a dreadful musical year.

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    1. Sussudio still haunts us in elevators and supermarkets.

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  7. I'm still waiting for a heyday.
    Maybe I'll pick 1066

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    1. The Norman Invasion is always good for a few laughs.

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    2. well smarty pants, i was
      born in 1068, so there!

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  8. If you like pina coladas and getting caught in the rain then 1980 could be the year for you.

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    1. However, if you like dancing naked in the rain, then 1990's the year for you! Jx

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    2. It's raining men! Amen!

      Norma's hoping THIS is the year.

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    3. drought, since the norman invasion.
      but at least there was an invasion, once.

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  9. Have you both joined a synchronized swimming tour?

    Let us know where the next show is so we can get tickets to watch you both put on those sparkly costumes and fierce expressions as you dance and swim across the pool and scissor those legs high in the air.

    I am particularly enjoying the 90s on the Nostalgia Machine. Hard to believe I didn't get the parachute pants that were in vogue back then (thanks MC Hammer!), though, I did sport a mullet for a short while.

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  10. Is that a Mars bar I spy floating behind you?

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    1. Oh, and I've been stuck in the Nostalgia Machine's 1988 with Phil Collins, Billy Ocean, The Bangles, Michael Jackson, INXS, Belinda Carlisle and the like. Well, until I visitied Mago's and am now firmly entranched in 1970.

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    2. Did someone mention Mars Bars?

      Clear the pool!

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  11. I'd like to hear the hits of 1590 to 1618, like rock me Monteverdi, gimme Gibbons, frickin' Frescobaldi & stuff ...

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  12. Shit! Did anyone remember to feed and water the houseboys?!?

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  14. are y'all back yet, sugar? i've re-stocked the bar...xoxoxoxo

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  15. OK. It's been a month now. You'd better get yo arse back in here and sit on that cake!

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  16. The gincuzzi's dried up! J

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  17. The vodka fountain is rusty.
    Tastes like single malt now.

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  18. Come back and lets celebrate the polka-dot-lady's eighty-fifth ! With polka dots, polka & sake !

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  19. Last time I heard, our dear ladies had taken the vow of chastety and enter the congregation of the Missionary Sisters of the Holy Frigidaire and are now living in a convent in Tuktoyaktuk (that's a real place btw. Metallica even did a concert there.)

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  20. I am fed up with your absence now. You can take a joke so far, you know!
    Anyhow...
    Please can you make it wear big pants. And a knitting pattern would be nice.
    Sx

    Sx

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  21. Who thought that there is so much to discover in Amboy, Bagdad and Ludlow ?

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  22. OK Marjorie June! Time Out is over.

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  23. I've dropped by to fill the water dish for the unfortunate folks in the oubliette.

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  24. *Febrezes liberally and exits*

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    1. miss thing's giving us a moment.

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    2. Come back here immediately!
      All my comments and pants are being swallowed by comment moderation.
      Sx

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  25. why the fuck did my comment not get published?

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  26. Love it!
    I am having such a blast perusing your wonderful posts and cadre of clever, comical and catty commentators.
    I started my walk down memory lane with "69", the year I entered Junior High.
    ciao xxxooo

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  27. Oh thats why it doesn't show up...ignore one of these ..see I don't even know how to fucking write a comment anymore.
    Love you, miss you, hope you're fine.

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  28. Whatever happened to MJ? Do you remember her? Or "her?" Big tranny that used to smell funny, but could hold her liquor.

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  29. Goodness gracious me. I'd forgotten that "comment moderation" on my blog is set up to kick in after "x" number of days.

    Apologies, Bitches!

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  30. or did someone just wake up with some
    romeo morningwood scratching her thigh?

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    1. I wouldn't say no to romeo's morningwood.

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  31. and still more of that approval shit!

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    1. Ok, ok...I just reset comment moderation so that it's for posts older than 60 days instead of 31 days.

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