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Halloween, 1977. I made my own stormtrooper costume. None have been made better since.

Reddit via BoingBoing (Some of the comments and corresponding pics on the reddit page are excellent.)

Events beyond my control forced me to log on to Facebook again, and for once, I was glad I did. Here’s what I found. They’re not very big or very clear, but that’s me during my high school years and one photo of university. Happy viewing. And Alex, if you want it, I have the yearbook page with your photo. Or perhaps you would rather I made it disappear

The past few days have been filled with random bad-music flashbacks. Tonight was no exception:

Every rose has its thorn
Just like every night has its dawn
Just like every cowboy sings a sad, sad song
Every rose has its thorn
Yeah it does

Sing it, Brett.

Link: I used to love playing these memory games when I was a kid.

Near the top of my list of things that need to be rereleased on DVD is Motown Returns to the Apollo. My dad and I watched this a countless number of times when I was a little girl. I remember when Luther Vandross sang with Boy George, my dad would always shake his head in pity for the poor white boy who had wandered on stage in a dress and couldn’t even sing.

The last present I received from my grandmother.

Miguel Bosé – Amante Bandido

Aaahh, the 80s…