The Early Years: Accident-Prone Much?

From the “Doesn’t This Happen To Everyone?” Department:

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15 in 15

This is something I got tagged for on Facebook. Since I’m feeling lazy, I figured I would just port it over here for today’s post. I’m not tagging anybody here but feel free to leave a comment about any particular album or song that sticks with you.

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The Early Years: The Ultimate Reality Show Contestant Lineup?

The Early Years: The What Is On The Shelf?

I’m going to file this one under “sentences that you are unlikely to see on contemporary elementary school writing assignments”. I’m sure you can guess which sentence I mean.

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The Early Years: What Is That Thing?

Today we have another example of “Why Jim didn’t draw his own comic book panels”, in the form of what appears to be a home-made folder cover from the early or mid 1970s:

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The Early Years: Space Battle; Or, Why I Didn’t Do My Own Comic Book Artwork

My drawing ability never did get much better than this:

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The “Honest Scrap” Award

Last week, A Blog in the Rough tagged Dennis and me for the “Honest Scrap” meme, in which you have to list ten honest things about yourself, along with the exhortation “and make it interesting”.  Gosh, ten honest interesting things about me?  I’m not sure I can manage that, but let’s find out.  I’m pretty sure that by the time you’re done reading this list, you’ll consider me an even bigger geek than you do already.

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Six More Facts About Jimmy

One of the readers of Dennis’s Diary of Destruction, Anna of Anna’s Bee World, tagged both Dennis and me for a Six Facts meme.  Dennis already has posted his, which means it’s time for me to post mine.  But first, the rules:

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It’s A Raft, But Only In Great Britain

We have an inflatable bed that we use for houseguests. This bed has a built-in electric air pump that is used to self-inflate the mattress. Setting it up this week, I noticed something interesting about the warning on the side:

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As you can see, the warning for the United States clearly indicates that the bed is not for use in water, but no such warning is given for Great Britain. Why the difference? I can think of a few reasons:

  • Water in Great Britain is different from water in the United States (infused with faerie magic, perhaps) and this permits the bed to be used as a raft there
  • People in Great Britain aren’t as fat as Americans so the bed is more likely to support them when used as a raft
  • The manufacturer doesn’t care if the British drown or electrocute themselves
  • The British are smart enough to realize that an inflatable bed is not a pool toy
  • People in Great Britain can read English and will get the information from the U.S. warning anyway

And the last, most likely, reason:

  • Nobody in Great Britain has yet successfully sued the manufacturer for failing to explicitly state that, hey, you might not want to take this bed that has an internal electric motor and power cord and use it in your swimming pool

As Steve Dallas says: “God bless America, land of the lawsuit!”

The “Good Old Days”

Remember when we didn’t have things like

  • Vaccines
  • Visible minorities
  • The Internet
  • Cable television
  • Air Travel
  • Antibiotics
  • Civil Rights
  • Feminism
  • Labor laws
  • Environmental protection

Well now you can relive those glorious days with Reminisce Magazine!

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Yes, this magazine actually does have a web site, although it would seem more appropriate for it to communicate via telegram.

“Reminisce” accepts submissions of true stories from the 30s through the 60s.  If I’m reading their submission guidelines correctly, they don’t pay anything, but if you send them something really good they might send you back a ’57 Chevy model bank that you can use to store coins that you find in your plastic-covered naugahyde-upholstered couch.  (Of course, many times I’ve gotten “paid” in copies rather than currency, so I’m not one to talk.)

Here’s my true story from the 60s:

First, I was born.  Then I lay around and slept a lot.  Then it was 1970.  The end.

Mmm, probably not worth a ’57 Chevy model bank …