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Where is the Random Thread of Randomness stuff that doesn't belong in other threads thread?

For some reason I just downloaded Jaws: The Revenge and will be watching that later on tonight. After skimming through to see if it was intact I forgot Michael Caine's immortal line when he crawls on to the boat near the end with dry clothes and exclaims "Bloody Hell, the breath on that thing!"

This is the sort of disaster porn that has been missing from my life lately.
 
Michael Caine was absent when he won the Best Supporting Actor Oscar for Hannah and Her Sisters because he was filming Jaws: The Revenge.

IMDb: "Michael Caine said "Won an Oscar, built a house, and had a great holiday. Not bad for a flop movie." He was paid $1.5 million for seven days work in the Bahamas, and the schedule was so tight that the producers were unable to spare him so he could attend the Academy Awards, and he went on to win the Best Actor in a Supporting Role Oscar for Hannah and Her Sisters (1986)."
 
For some reason I just downloaded Jaws: The Revenge and will be watching that later on tonight. After skimming through to see if it was intact I forgot Michael Caine's immortal line when he crawls on to the boat near the end with dry clothes and exclaims "Bloody Hell, the breath on that thing!"

This is the sort of disaster porn that has been missing from my life lately.
Michael Caine was absent when he won the Best Supporting Actor Oscar for Hannah and Her Sisters because he was filming Jaws: The Revenge.

IMDb: "Michael Caine said "Won an Oscar, built a house, and had a great holiday. Not bad for a flop movie." He was paid $1.5 million for seven days work in the Bahamas, and the schedule was so tight that the producers were unable to spare him so he could attend the Academy Awards, and he went on to win the Best Actor in a Supporting Role Oscar for Hannah and Her Sisters (1986)."

It's a God awful film if ever there was one, but I'm entirely ashamed to say that its a guilty pleasure of mine as is Jaws 3D, its on a par with secretly loving Jurassic Park 2 and 3 inspite of the fact they are complete and utter dogshit movies.
 
In other news I seem to be part of some sort of Reddit rebellion in a random sub. I love short circuiting tin-plated dictator mods by informing them they're violating their own "Code of Conduct" (which is laughable to begin with) and watching them slowly lose their minds. Fun times.
 
i was just thinking back to the time in the mid-80s or early-80s where my friend and I went out in a snowstorm to get out ears pierced. Remember when that was a thing? Anyway, we showed up with a couple of drunks in tow and the girl behind the piercing counter asked my friend if he realized his hair was green. Good times.
 
These could go in my other thread. And/or they could be broken out into separate posts, but I'm gonna do it this way:

You ever think about fictional things and know they aren't real but a little part of you can't help wondering?

The Highlander. You are immortal. But you age normally until you are "killed." Ramirez must've been old when he became fully immortal for example. What if that was real? And what if you were an immortal? It would suck to just keep getting older and older and older because you didn't have the sense to get yourself "killed." Would you eventually die? Or would it be like the immortals in "Gulliver's Travels," where they just keep aging and aging and becoming more and more feeble and decrepit--but never die.

Or the E.T. bond. What if, say, symbiotic healing were really a thing? Other day I noticed my dog had a bunch of wax in her ear--but not the other ear. This morning I noticed I had the same thing. There are days when she has a limp and I have a limp. When my Mom was dying of pancreatic cancer the relatives were like "GET HOME AS SOON AS YOU CAN, SHE COULD GO AT ANY MOMENT" and then I got there. And she started getting better. I thought I'd be there for a weekend or so and wound up for 3 months--or however long that emergency family leave allows.

What was the other thing? Wolverine's mutant healing factor. Or Captain America's super soldier serum. I've been unusually healthy in most of my life. And I've aged relatively slowly. Is that a thing? This thought was somewhat dashed when I tore my ACL--because apparently ACLs don't just grow back. But maybe I *do* have mutant healing factor--Marvel just got the "science" of it wrong. They address Wolverine getting broken bones by covering his bones with adamantium, but--forgetting the biological problems with that--that still doesn't protect the tendons and ligaments. And unless mutant healing works like a salamander or earthworm or something instead of a mammal, broken tendons and ligaments don't ever repair themselves.

These are the things that I ponder.
 
The other thing is the evolution of the telephone. If you're my age, growing up phone numbers were 7 digits long. In the event that you were calling someone "long distance" in another state or something, then you added 1 and a 3 digit "area code." Of course during my adult years cell phones became prevalent and now phone numbers are 10 digits long--the area code is just part of someone's phone number.

I mention this because a friend got me a 1943 Louisville phone book. And the dialing is wild. You know how phones have letters assigned to the numbers on their dials? It's the way phone numbers used to be: MA(gnolia)-2506-R. I'm not old enough to remember this, but I'm old enough to have seen it in stories or on old signs. Sometimes it isn't even 7 "digits". I'm looking at a HI(ghland)-6689 number.

Then there's the suburbs. So, looking at this phone book, if I'm in Jeffersontown and want to call Louisville, I dial 2+ the number. So: 2-MA-2506-R or 2-HI-6689 in the cases above. If I'm calling someone else in Jeffersontown, it's just 5685--like dialing another room in a hotel or office (do hotel rooms and offices even have phones anymore?). If someone in Louisville wants to call me, they dial 21-5685.

Poop. I had one other related thing on my mind, but I got distracted and now I forgot it. OH! That's it. Old pay phones. This is from History channel reruns. You know how the first pay phones worked? You'd dial the number and the operator would be on the line and tell you what the call cost. Then, depending on the size of the coin--nickel, dime, quarter, etc--it would be routed to different paths in the phone and it would hit a different sound-making device--bell, etc and the operator would know how much money you'd put in by listening for the sounds the coins made when they went into the phone. How wild is that?
 
The other thing is the evolution of the telephone. If you're my age, growing up phone numbers were 7 digits long. In the event that you were calling someone "long distance" in another state or something, then you added 1 and a 3 digit "area code." Of course during my adult years cell phones became prevalent and now phone numbers are 10 digits long--the area code is just part of someone's phone number.

I mention this because a friend got me a 1943 Louisville phone book. And the dialing is wild. You know how phones have letters assigned to the numbers on their dials? It's the way phone numbers used to be: MA(gnolia)-2506-R. I'm not old enough to remember this, but I'm old enough to have seen it in stories or on old signs. Sometimes it isn't even 7 "digits". I'm looking at a HI(ghland)-6689 number.

Then there's the suburbs. So, looking at this phone book, if I'm in Jeffersontown and want to call Louisville, I dial 2+ the number. So: 2-MA-2506-R or 2-HI-6689 in the cases above. If I'm calling someone else in Jeffersontown, it's just 5685--like dialing another room in a hotel or office (do hotel rooms and offices even have phones anymore?). If someone in Louisville wants to call me, they dial 21-5685.

Poop. I had one other related thing on my mind, but I got distracted and now I forgot it. OH! That's it. Old pay phones. This is from History channel reruns. You know how the first pay phones worked? You'd dial the number and the operator would be on the line and tell you what the call cost. Then, depending on the size of the coin--nickel, dime, quarter, etc--it would be routed to different paths in the phone and it would hit a different sound-making device--bell, etc and the operator would know how much money you'd put in by listening for the sounds the coins made when they went into the phone. How wild is that?
We old, man. I remember as a kid my uncle in Minnesota was on what they called a party line, wherein I guess a bunch of his neighbors and he were on the same line sorta, but each phone had a different ring pattern. So you could easily eavesdrop on your neighbors' conversations if you wanted to.

And speaking of that, early cordless phones, probably in the 40-50MHz range. I had a scanner that could pick those up too. Just kind of stumbled upon that by accident one evening.
 
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