This, people, cannot be a good sign.
Between that, the tumbling global markets, and the stunning financial exposé on 60 Minutes last night (say "credit default swap," say it real loud) that has made me believe the stockade was NOT a cruel or barbaric punishment device, I don't have much this morning. Hence, I'll do the only responsible thing there is to do and post a vintage Erin photo.
Here I am in October 1987. I had just finished moving all my shit into my first walk-up brownstone apartment. The circle in the top left is just a hole in the actual snapshot. I would normally have cropped it, but I didn't want to cut out the windows, which looked out across an alley at a surreal Rear Window scape. I'll leave the rest of the hilarious details for you to find, although the pack of Marlboro Lights and the Bic lighter on the plastic shelving might be my favorite.
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If you didn't view it, the "Rear Window" trailer link kicks ass.
I'd have to say the line up of cowboy boots is my favorite.
Chick, tallboy, cigarette, boots...hawt! Those were the days!
RJ
Still got the cat bookends?
The Stroh's was not a tallboy--I am just a lil' girl. The cat bookends are long gone, so are the boots, although I kept the shorter pair until they absolutely disintegrated. I used to wear them when I rode my motorcycle. The other pair were expensive Dan Posts. I think I gave them to somebody. I don't remember.
What a doof I was! So, so funny ...
He's have more cred if he's told me to take my money out about a month ago. Hell, my shiott is down 30%, why the hell would I sell now? Aren't you suppose to buy low and sell high?
...October '87 is when i was BORN.
my birthday is in 19 days!!!!!! yay.
i totally had at least one sweater like that growing up.
also, politics and the stock market and stuff confuse me. i'm just gonna ignore it until i absolutely can't.
Shaina, try hard to inform yourself!!! I know it's complicated, but you must know and understand. And then go vote. We need you.
Cramer's an idiot. Why would you sell when Warren Buffet is buying?
Cramer also screamed to jump into the market when it was headed for 15,000, which is stupid. All the money was already made.
I never take financial advice from a guy who screams it at me.
Also, please remember, this is 1987 (just pricier), not 1929. We survived that disaster, too. The only thing that scares me is I'll be approaching retirement age when the next big crash hits.
All I have to say is: Sexy then, sexy now. . .
I might be crazy but I would think that THREE MONTHS AGO was the time, if any, to sell, and NOW would be the time to BUY.
But whatever.
The important thing is not to make your happiness contingent on a stupid statement you get in the mail four times a year.
PS--You were totally bangable in 1987.
I think I still have a couple of sweaters like that.
This is a great photo of you. I love it. I still have to see "Rear Window".
The cowboy boots rock :)
"You can't model human behaviour with math". No shit. LOL!
So now we know where Sarah Palin got her do.
(I am going to pay dearly for that)
By the way, Rear Window is one of those rare feats where the viewer can recognize that the film artist has come as close as one can to fully achieving his vision.
Moving always sucks ... but in that pic I know you're taking a contented breather. I'm seriously thinking of moving to a smaller suite in my complex when my lease renews.
I was only three years old in 1987 and I missed out on that? Damn. :(
(I am going to pay dearly for that)
Chances are Harry that even if you move to an isolated post in Antartica, she'll still find you.
"By the way, Rear Window is one of those rare feats where the viewer can recognize that the film artist has come as close as one can to fully achieving his vision."
Translation: The idea of kissing Grace Kelly while immobilized arouses me.
I knew I was going to pay but I didn't see that one coming.
nobody sees that one coming, baby
Well, well ,well, so there you are, or were, anyway.
Every bar I hit, every party I crashed back then, I was looking for you, Miss October, 1987.
I have never seen a better ad for Levi's jeans.
Goat, dude. I just cracked a beer, and I raise it to you, fortunate brother.
The sweater.
Acrylic?
I think my sister had the same one.
Translation: The idea of kissing Grace Kelly while immobilized arouses me.
Much better, Erin. Thank you. Pretentious pap freezes my brain.
Sorry Harry. ;)
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