Good Morning Gentle Readers,
Before this blog existed and long before there was FB. There was the world's longest-running, floating website, which was the forerunner of this blog. In the same way that a floating crap game keeps moving, my floating website reached you, Gentle Reader, anywhere you were at, so long as there was a way to download email. Several times a week, the emails went out to hundreds of subscribers. Jokes, tax information, an occasional wine review, and commentary on current events. Many of you reading this today were on that email list and I thank you for your continuing interest after all these years.
Way back when the Clintonians were president, chicks had big hair (or grunge hair), and we watched The Juice cowering in the back seat of a white Bronco in a slow speed police pursuit, I posted this to my email subscribers. It was fun and got a huge response.
The memory came to me unbidden as I was pouring the House Blond her morning coffee and I thought how fun, nobody has seen this in a long time, I shall post this today. Oddly, though, in memory, this seemed funnier.
Of course it was funnier, because it was relevant. But, culturally, we've moved on. Message taking is pretty much obsolete. At least for the under-fifty non-Luddite crowd. Many of us don't even have land-lines and even if one exists, chances are that the Gyna Colleges is texting your GF directly, cutting out the middle man entirely.
I suppose that I should have saved it for Throwback Thursday.