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Thursday, May 5, 2011
Now available: Sprint integration with Google Voice, but not for all.
Well the day has arrived! You can now port your Sprint number to Google Voice or vice versa. Anyone that uses Google Voice knows the how good the service is, if you don't have it or use it, google it for more info. So when Sprint announced that they were integrating with GV I dam near shit my pants! My phone has the GV app and I have the option to call with my sprint number or GV number, and I do have my voice mail set to GV. So whats the deal you ask, who cares. Well the big plus is that I have ONE number not two. Yes I know that I can port to GV for a $20 fee, early termination of my Sprint contract and fees and a three day wait with no service, but to be able to do this at no cost to me in a matter of minuets is major.
So when it went public and I got the e-mail, I could not get to a computer fast enough. I logged in to my GV account went to settings and there it was, the link to integrate my Sprint number......Like a kid at Christmas I clicked the link. A window opened up and said checking for portability, and after a few seconds......an other window opened up and said :Your Sprint number is not eligible for integration at this time. Pleas contact Sprint for further assistance. Or something like that. So after an hour on the phone with Sprint and talking to three different people I found that I can not integrate my number, and this is the reason why:
I have a discounted bill with Sprint. I work in the EMS field and I also am a state employee. So as far as Sprint is concerned, I am a public servant/government worker. The integration is ONLY available for the public sector. This simply put is anyone that is not on a "Business" account. Because I get an Emergency Worker discount I am classified as a "Business Individual" as far as Sprint is concerned. And as of now, Google does not allow business persons to do the Sprint to GV integration.
So now I am disappointed. I had no idea that I was a business, or that Google was not allowing business individuals to partake in this integration. So for now I am sad, and have to keep two numbers and just hope that google will allow me to integrate in the near future.
So when it went public and I got the e-mail, I could not get to a computer fast enough. I logged in to my GV account went to settings and there it was, the link to integrate my Sprint number......Like a kid at Christmas I clicked the link. A window opened up and said checking for portability, and after a few seconds......an other window opened up and said :Your Sprint number is not eligible for integration at this time. Pleas contact Sprint for further assistance. Or something like that. So after an hour on the phone with Sprint and talking to three different people I found that I can not integrate my number, and this is the reason why:
I have a discounted bill with Sprint. I work in the EMS field and I also am a state employee. So as far as Sprint is concerned, I am a public servant/government worker. The integration is ONLY available for the public sector. This simply put is anyone that is not on a "Business" account. Because I get an Emergency Worker discount I am classified as a "Business Individual" as far as Sprint is concerned. And as of now, Google does not allow business persons to do the Sprint to GV integration.
So now I am disappointed. I had no idea that I was a business, or that Google was not allowing business individuals to partake in this integration. So for now I am sad, and have to keep two numbers and just hope that google will allow me to integrate in the near future.
Tuesday, May 3, 2011
Monday, May 2, 2011
FUCK YOU BIN LADEN ROT IN HELL YOU PIECE OF SHIT
The Associated Press: Analysis: Bin Laden death gives US reason to cheer
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Thursday, April 28, 2011
QIK video chat
OK. If you want to have a virtual face to face, you cand find me on QIK under phillymade.
Wednesday, April 27, 2011
Slayer
http://market.android.com/search?q=pname:com.mobileroadie.app_1151'>The Android app, Slayer, has been recommended for you
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Facebook, the New Phone?
Well as I said in my broadcast, it looks as though facebook has become the new phone. Discontinue you voice plan and get a tab, or some similar device because there is facebook!
I'm sure you have herd this one "oh you didn't know, I messaged you on facebook" Really! call me old school, but I do carry a device that is capable of sending and receiving voice call and it's called......wait for it....wait for it.....a PHONE!!!! If what you have to tell me is soooooo important, call me. don't facebook me, who knows when I will get that message. Gone are the days of the pay phone and beeper. I remember when you actual had to get coins and go to a pay phone and dial it. No more, again, WE HAVE FACEBOOK!!! THANK GOD!!!
I'm not saying I don't use facebook. I do. I just don't use it as a practical way to communicate with people. If I have something stupid to say or a picture to post, OK.
Keep in mind folks, facebook is a message board, nothing more. But instead of posting to a public thread, it's private. So there is no need to get all worked up when your "friend" doesn't respond to your fb post. Get over it. there are more effective ways to get a message to someone.
Anyway, I do know that most of you are consumed with all the social media. As I said in the past, it's our little clam to fame on the internet. While this won't be a fad or a flash in the pan, I do believe we need to get back to the basics and work on our communication skills as a whole.
I'm sure you have herd this one "oh you didn't know, I messaged you on facebook" Really! call me old school, but I do carry a device that is capable of sending and receiving voice call and it's called......wait for it....wait for it.....a PHONE!!!! If what you have to tell me is soooooo important, call me. don't facebook me, who knows when I will get that message. Gone are the days of the pay phone and beeper. I remember when you actual had to get coins and go to a pay phone and dial it. No more, again, WE HAVE FACEBOOK!!! THANK GOD!!!
I'm not saying I don't use facebook. I do. I just don't use it as a practical way to communicate with people. If I have something stupid to say or a picture to post, OK.
Keep in mind folks, facebook is a message board, nothing more. But instead of posting to a public thread, it's private. So there is no need to get all worked up when your "friend" doesn't respond to your fb post. Get over it. there are more effective ways to get a message to someone.
Anyway, I do know that most of you are consumed with all the social media. As I said in the past, it's our little clam to fame on the internet. While this won't be a fad or a flash in the pan, I do believe we need to get back to the basics and work on our communication skills as a whole.
Tuesday, April 26, 2011
X-ray specs front woman dies
BBC News - Punk icon Poly Styrene dies at 53
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Monday, April 25, 2011
Friday, April 22, 2011
Sprint to Google Voice os a commin'!!!
Sprint Google Voice integration to launch April 26 | Android Central
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Thursday, April 21, 2011
Gandolf!?!
Image of the Day: Shotgun-riding Chewbacca dog
My Yorkshire looks like Chewbaca. But this is too good.
My Yorkshire looks like Chewbaca. But this is too good.
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Saturday, April 16, 2011
Sunday, April 10, 2011
giving this droid Blogger app a go
I was quite happy with my blackberry and the Blogger app. But I have moved on to a Droid device and am blogging on it for the first time. I'm having a bit of a time with the keyboard. It is quite sensitive but the gingerbread keyboard is nice and has word suggestion. It will be a while till I'm used to this but I am getting the hang of it.
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Monday, February 21, 2011
The Same Old Story
I'm not in the business of helping people. I have compassion, I just care for the bullshit. Pleas allow me to explain.
I was at the Wawa today, as I am most mornings, and saw a couple standing on the side of the building hugging ans talking. I parked and walked across the lot and noticed the man hugging what seemed to be his girl fried watching me. As I walked passed, I heard the man say "I just wish the dam taxi would just come and get us. Baby, I know how far from home we are." O.k. seems innocent enough, right? Wrong! This is the set up. Pay attention. I go in the store and do my thing, all the while knowing that the couple out side is running a hustle and I'm going to be a target. So , I come back out side, and get in my truck. Before I can start the motor and drive away, here comes the man waving in me down just in time to stop me. I knew this was going to happen. Call it intuition, call it street wise, call it what you will, but I called it when I pulled into the lot. Now some of you would probably have waved to him to indicate you can't help before you herd his story, but not me! I like to hear the bullshit. Some times I even play along to make them believe I am going to help (witch usually requires money). Alright, I'm a dick. But for all the times that I was in need of help, and noooo onnneee helped me, I'm just saying is all. So I roll down the window and say this is going to be good.
The man, mid twenties early thirty's, about 5' 7, 150 lb, short black hair, tattoo on left side of neck, wearing a black fitted hat with safety pins vertically around it, small studded ear rings in both ears, black bandanna on head under hat, dirty loose fitting blue jeans and black low cut running shoes. The woman, same age range, long dirty blond hair in pony tail with a pink streak in it. Light brown waist length coat, 00 gage silver plugs in both ears, black jeans and white low cut tennis shoes. Now, she is not important to the story any more, but, if I needed to give a police report, I can. As you can tell, I've done this before. Never talk to a stranger or hustler with out getting a good look at them.
So the man is now standing on the passenger side of my truck and I'm backed into the parking spot (I always back in just in case I need to get out fast). In his right hand he is holding a phone and a pack of cigarettes, and nothing in his left. As I look at him with my I don't give a fuck about your bullshit story eyes, he proceeds. The man tells me that he never had to ask for help before, and he wouldn't ask, but they are desperate. Well there is the first lie. He then tells me there car broke down on I95 on their way back home to Maryland, and that they spent the last four hours walking to this Wawa. He also told me he got $20 out from the ATM, but the taxi ride was going to be more than that. He said he need to get home to find his friend who just so happens to have a tow truck so they can come back and get the car that is on the highway. So now I start to ask some questions. First, every one's car always breaks down and is never any where near by, or when you offer to help them fix it, they can't remember where it is or they are waiting for some one and can't leave the area. Keep in mind I'm in Delaware, this guy said they walked for four hours from where they broke down to the Wawa in Wilmington. You can walk to the other end of the state in four hours. So I asked what state did you break down in? He said Delaware, on 95. I said, 95 is right be hind us a half mile away and we are on the state Pa state line, how did it take you four hours to walk a half mile? He said, I'm from Maryland I don't know where I am right now. I said, So how will you find your car if you don't know where you are. He said it's on the highway, you can't miss it. I said, what part of Maryland do you need to get to. He said Rising Sun. (this is less than an hour away from where we are). I said does your friend with the tow truck have a phone. He said yes. I said did you call him? Yes, but he did not answer. So you are going back to try to find him so you can come back to get your car. Yes, we cant walk any more and North east is too far away. Wait, you said you were going to Rising Sun (North East is one town over). He said, well my friend lives in North East. I asked, what time did your car break down? He said, around 6am. This conversation took place at 7:45. Well that was less than two hours ago, you said you walked for four hours to get to this point. He said, well I don't have a watch, I don't know what time it was. I said, you have a phone in your hand, that has a clock on it. Now at this point, I don't know why he didn't just walk away, obviously I/m not going to help him, I'm just busting his balls. He then said to me, I'm not asking for a ride or any thing I just need to get my girlfriend home, is can you help us out with any thing at all. I told him I never carry cash, and all I have is a Wawa gift card. But If you want, I have to go to work and I'm going to Maryland any way, I can come back in ten minuets and give you a ride back to....Baltimore, was it? He said No, Middle river. But we called a taxi and just need to get enough to pay for it. I said, well if I take you, you save all that money. He then said no, stepped back shaking his head and mumbling. He then acted like he was getting upset and crying. He waled past the front of my car and passed a woman that was getting in the car next to me. I rolled down my window and yelled out, "Hey, you didn't ask her" as I pointed to the car next to me. He shook his head and walked away.
So if you think I'm a dick because I fucked with this guy and didn't help him, I feel sorry for you. And if you would have drove off before he could tell you his story, you are no different then I am, you didn't help him either. And just so you know, I have talked to this guy before. About a week ago, he approached me at a different location with a different story. He needed money to get to another state to pick up his kids because his car broke down. I think it's time for this guy to get another car.
I was at the Wawa today, as I am most mornings, and saw a couple standing on the side of the building hugging ans talking. I parked and walked across the lot and noticed the man hugging what seemed to be his girl fried watching me. As I walked passed, I heard the man say "I just wish the dam taxi would just come and get us. Baby, I know how far from home we are." O.k. seems innocent enough, right? Wrong! This is the set up. Pay attention. I go in the store and do my thing, all the while knowing that the couple out side is running a hustle and I'm going to be a target. So , I come back out side, and get in my truck. Before I can start the motor and drive away, here comes the man waving in me down just in time to stop me. I knew this was going to happen. Call it intuition, call it street wise, call it what you will, but I called it when I pulled into the lot. Now some of you would probably have waved to him to indicate you can't help before you herd his story, but not me! I like to hear the bullshit. Some times I even play along to make them believe I am going to help (witch usually requires money). Alright, I'm a dick. But for all the times that I was in need of help, and noooo onnneee helped me, I'm just saying is all. So I roll down the window and say this is going to be good.
The man, mid twenties early thirty's, about 5' 7, 150 lb, short black hair, tattoo on left side of neck, wearing a black fitted hat with safety pins vertically around it, small studded ear rings in both ears, black bandanna on head under hat, dirty loose fitting blue jeans and black low cut running shoes. The woman, same age range, long dirty blond hair in pony tail with a pink streak in it. Light brown waist length coat, 00 gage silver plugs in both ears, black jeans and white low cut tennis shoes. Now, she is not important to the story any more, but, if I needed to give a police report, I can. As you can tell, I've done this before. Never talk to a stranger or hustler with out getting a good look at them.
So the man is now standing on the passenger side of my truck and I'm backed into the parking spot (I always back in just in case I need to get out fast). In his right hand he is holding a phone and a pack of cigarettes, and nothing in his left. As I look at him with my I don't give a fuck about your bullshit story eyes, he proceeds. The man tells me that he never had to ask for help before, and he wouldn't ask, but they are desperate. Well there is the first lie. He then tells me there car broke down on I95 on their way back home to Maryland, and that they spent the last four hours walking to this Wawa. He also told me he got $20 out from the ATM, but the taxi ride was going to be more than that. He said he need to get home to find his friend who just so happens to have a tow truck so they can come back and get the car that is on the highway. So now I start to ask some questions. First, every one's car always breaks down and is never any where near by, or when you offer to help them fix it, they can't remember where it is or they are waiting for some one and can't leave the area. Keep in mind I'm in Delaware, this guy said they walked for four hours from where they broke down to the Wawa in Wilmington. You can walk to the other end of the state in four hours. So I asked what state did you break down in? He said Delaware, on 95. I said, 95 is right be hind us a half mile away and we are on the state Pa state line, how did it take you four hours to walk a half mile? He said, I'm from Maryland I don't know where I am right now. I said, So how will you find your car if you don't know where you are. He said it's on the highway, you can't miss it. I said, what part of Maryland do you need to get to. He said Rising Sun. (this is less than an hour away from where we are). I said does your friend with the tow truck have a phone. He said yes. I said did you call him? Yes, but he did not answer. So you are going back to try to find him so you can come back to get your car. Yes, we cant walk any more and North east is too far away. Wait, you said you were going to Rising Sun (North East is one town over). He said, well my friend lives in North East. I asked, what time did your car break down? He said, around 6am. This conversation took place at 7:45. Well that was less than two hours ago, you said you walked for four hours to get to this point. He said, well I don't have a watch, I don't know what time it was. I said, you have a phone in your hand, that has a clock on it. Now at this point, I don't know why he didn't just walk away, obviously I/m not going to help him, I'm just busting his balls. He then said to me, I'm not asking for a ride or any thing I just need to get my girlfriend home, is can you help us out with any thing at all. I told him I never carry cash, and all I have is a Wawa gift card. But If you want, I have to go to work and I'm going to Maryland any way, I can come back in ten minuets and give you a ride back to....Baltimore, was it? He said No, Middle river. But we called a taxi and just need to get enough to pay for it. I said, well if I take you, you save all that money. He then said no, stepped back shaking his head and mumbling. He then acted like he was getting upset and crying. He waled past the front of my car and passed a woman that was getting in the car next to me. I rolled down my window and yelled out, "Hey, you didn't ask her" as I pointed to the car next to me. He shook his head and walked away.
So if you think I'm a dick because I fucked with this guy and didn't help him, I feel sorry for you. And if you would have drove off before he could tell you his story, you are no different then I am, you didn't help him either. And just so you know, I have talked to this guy before. About a week ago, he approached me at a different location with a different story. He needed money to get to another state to pick up his kids because his car broke down. I think it's time for this guy to get another car.
Friday, February 18, 2011
I've Paid My Dues, Is It My Turn Yet?!?!
It's hard to keep positive when your wife, lover and best friend are going through hell. As I blogged about before, my wife, Kristina, is going through a rough time in her life. And as we wait for the march 4th Biopsy to finally know what the diagnosis is, I can't help but want to take all the pain from her and put it in me.
Most of my life has been a struggle and I have been through a few rough times my self. Yea I know I may not have had it as bad as some other's, but never the less, I have paid my dues and want to know.....Is it my turn yet!? I would like to cash in on whats due to me and pass that good fortune on to Kristina. Is this a possibility or am I barking up the wrong tree.
Lady Luck is a Bitch if she can't allow me to do this.
For as bitter as I have become and for as pissed off at life as I have been for skipping over me, I would give all this hostility up in exchange for this one pay day. I'm no magician and can't turn the clock back and change the past. All I can do is hope that that one in a million shot is directed our way and the Lady Luck slaps us in our faces.
You can argue that "God does things for a reason" and will tell you to Fuck off. I'm not a religious guy and don't believe in fairy tails. My intent is not to piss you off, This is my blog and my feelings, you chose to read this so deal with it. There is no reason for any one to go through this. She pad her dues and then some. This is a woman that went from knocking dudes out, to feeding the homeless and giving the shirt off her back. Kristina has a big heart and really wants to help every one she can. So is this her pay back for all the good she tries to do? Is this the reward from your god? If this is how that religion thing works then keep it. I'll keep doing what I'm doing cause it seems to work just as well.
I'm not looking for a religious debate here, I'm venting on the internet and your reading it.
Sunday, February 13, 2011
Trying
I'm trying to be strong for my wife. But it's hard to do. With the imminent threat of possible lung cancer, how can I do this? I know I have to face this possibility but how? Every time I look at her I want to cry. I try to avoid talking about it, selfishly, because I can't stand the thought. I don't want her to think I don't care or it's not on my mind. It is. And I sit alone and cry about it. This isn't what was supposed to happen. We were supposed to grow old and die together. But this is the shitty hand that was delt, and we have to deal with it. So, as I sit in my truck and write this, I am fighting back the tears and trying to face the possibility. I know there is no god, so don't come at me with that. I know I have to go home and talk to her about it.
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Glenn Silvasy
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Glenn Silvasy
phillymade@gmail.com
302-464-0117
Friday, February 11, 2011
Bull Shit!!!
While it's unconfirmed, my wife, Kristina, may have lung cancer. We will know once the biopsy is done.
Today we talked about the "what if" factor. This was a conversation I did not want to have today because we don't know for certain, and I don't want to think about it.
So tonight we were out at a dinner and an elderly couple came in at sat behind us. As they were talking, Kristina said to me "We may never grow old together". Holy Fuck! How I did not want to think about that let alone hear it. Such a crushing thing to here.
What an unpleasant time for us to be in now. So as I sit at work and type these words, I wish I could be at home with my wife.
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Glenn Silvasy
phillymade@gmail.com
302-464-0117
Today we talked about the "what if" factor. This was a conversation I did not want to have today because we don't know for certain, and I don't want to think about it.
So tonight we were out at a dinner and an elderly couple came in at sat behind us. As they were talking, Kristina said to me "We may never grow old together". Holy Fuck! How I did not want to think about that let alone hear it. Such a crushing thing to here.
What an unpleasant time for us to be in now. So as I sit at work and type these words, I wish I could be at home with my wife.
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Glenn Silvasy
phillymade@gmail.com
302-464-0117
Friday, January 28, 2011
test bolgg
Got my mobile blogger set up. This is just a test to see if it worked. If so great, if not.
Anyway, you can follow me on twitter @phillymade9 or on punkrokers.com, search phillymade. Or just follow me on blogger, anyway you want to do it is fine with me.
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Anyway, you can follow me on twitter @phillymade9 or on punkrokers.com, search phillymade. Or just follow me on blogger, anyway you want to do it is fine with me.
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Saturday, January 22, 2011
I'm not Complaining, but......
I listen to the radio. A lot.
For the past few years, I have been listening to satellite radio. I do, on occasion, listen to regular or terrestrial radio. I'm not complaining, but......
O.k, lets face it, regular radio SUCKS! Not to say that satellite is killing it, but there is something to be said for a pay service (I do have my gripes about that as well). My rant today is about the lousy radio!
When I was a kid, radio was what we did. Rock, pop, dance, top 40 and yes even AM. As time went on Alternative came into the mix and started to change things. Or so it seamed. Eagle 106 and Y100 came and went. 94 WYSP and 93 WMMR never faded away. And either did their play list. Seems to me that the songs that were in rotation when I was comming up are still in the rotation today 20 some odd years later! Don't radio stations realize that there are TWO sides to a record!? Or that a band that has a 20+ year catalog has more than three songs recorded. WTF!
So off I went to the "Alternative" stations in hope of getting some variety. Boy....was I WRONG.
Have you ever heard a new song and thought it was o.k and then for some reason you hear it every where you go and now it starts to get on your nerves. Well this is the case for me this week.
As I said, I have satellite. But for some reason, my antenna is not working, so I have to resort to the trusty Zune, or the radio. Today, and several days this week I chose the radio. I keep an "alternative" station on that plays satisfactory music for the drive. But for some unknown reason, every third song is that suck ass crap Mumford and Son's! At first, it was fine, but now!
I can't get away from that shitty song!It's enough to drive me ape shit. I feel an overwhelming sense of violence wash over me at the slightest sound of that song. I will add mitt this is a bit extreme, but can't help it.
So if you are reading this, I know you must feel my pain. I do understand that every one has their opinion about music. And I'm sure some of you like the Mumford. As for me, I'll just turn the dial before the feeling washes over. Now that's FREEDOM!!!
Friday, January 21, 2011
Blue Teeth
Well it's official. I think there is a government conspiracy! As of the 2nd of this year, 2011, Delaware has ban any hand held device while driving. I'm not opposed to this law, in fact I tend to agree even though I am a violator of it. It is distracting, but at times, it seems necessary to do so.
So, you ask what the conspiracy is?! I'll tell you. It's Bluetooth devices!!! Not in the way of "big brother" listening in on your call, we all know that goes on anyway, but in the way of......RETAIL!!
As I was out and about around the holiday, I did take note of all the bins, boxes and large displays of Bluetooth devices with signs to remind you that the hands free law will be in effect at the start of the new year. I found this to be some what odd. Just because of the quantity and selection of these devices. Bluetooth head sets are not new, in fact they have been around for some time now. I do see people using them, and I have tried a few as well and I am NOT a fan. But as of recent, I have not seen many people using them. It's more of the speaker phone setting that is common.
This got me to thinking. Seems that speaker phone is as hands free as it can get. Most phones have voice command and are easy to use with out looking. So how is this any safer or different than a Bluetooth? It's not. My theory is that the Bluetooth market was on the decline. So, to help boost sales, and profit, Bluetooth makers got in bed with the states and offered up a little kick back for putting the "hands free" law in to effect. The state gets a little, the manufacturer gets a little more, and you look like a tool walking around with you Bluetooth stuck to the side of your noodle.
O.k, I admit, this is a bit of a stretch, but not as far fetched as any other governmental conspiracy. Perhaps it would be more viable if I were telling you this on a street corner while wearing a tin foil hat so the satellites could not track me. Or if I were telling you this via Bluetooth.
Sunday, January 2, 2011
The 80's are Kinda Back!?
Well the 80's are kinda back. If you are in or near your 30's, you probably remember the 1980's. For most of us, it was the decade we grew up in. For others, it was a time they wanted to grow up in, I think.
The younger generation seems to be into this "Retro" and "Throw Back" theme. But as I watch these things from my child hood make a come back, it seems a bit out of place. What was so great about the 80's anyway? Sure, at the time, we thought this was how the world was going to be. Hair bands, Glam Rock, Pac-man, Feathered Hair, Terry Cloth shorts, Iron on Tee Shirts, Roller Skating and IROC's. Come to think of it, it was not so bad.
So why my little rant you ask? Well if you are going to bring something back into the main stream, then bring it all back, don't skimp out. In this computer/cell phone/technology age, do we or will we step back to a simpler time? Probably not. I have fallen victim to the time as we all have. I don't see my self giving up my Blackberry for a hand full of quarters and a beeper. You can't even find a pay phone now a days. seems like only a certain bit of the 198's have come back. All the fun stuff is forgotten about. Like 8 bit Atari video games and cassette tapes. Only some of the fashion has reared it's ugly head. What makes some retro things cool and others forgotten about?
I say, bring it all back! The music, clothing, technology, cars, and lingo. Who better to show this younger generation how it was then the ones who lived it. Put down you cell phone, grab your beeper, feather your hair dude. Jump in your IROC and meet me at the arcade at the mall. It's Friday night and were gonna score tonight! Bitchin' man!
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