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My Top 5 Favorite Movies From The Non-Existent In-Car DVD Player Of My Youth

For all intents and purposes; I was born in 1979. When there was hi-fi not wi-fi. I’ve been on several family road trips spanning chasms of time I’ll never get back. I swear, one time we spent 11 hours in a car and 5 of it was stand-still traffic. I actually started to contemplate eating my brother towards the end. If you grew up in that era you can understand what it was like to sit in a car and watch your youth die on the vine as you breathed in the fumes.

Tonight, my son asked me what movies I used to watch on long car rides when I was a boy. After laughing for 17 minutes I decided to *screen cap* a few of my favorites from IMDB. I’m going to show him them in the morning. I thought some of you would enjoy them, too. I’m sure most of you watched the same movies on your road trips that I did while stuck in the backseat of a car in the 80s or previous. In no particular order, My Top 5 Favorite Movies From The Non-Existent In-Car DVD Player Of My Youth:

1. The Scenery


2. How Much Crap Can I Do To My Brother While He’s Sleeping?


3. Empty Threats 2


4. The Quiet Game


5. Hell Road: The Last Ten Minutes




The Cat Says What?


Mewing is my least favorite word in any language. Is it pronounced myoo-ing, moo-ing — or am I supposed to pronounce it as meowing, but the o is non-existent? I’m not looking for clarification. I’m just letting it be known where I stand when the great mewing vs. meowing war begins. Every time I see it my eyeballs cringe. To me it’s like using the word borking to explain the sound a dog makes.

Evil Urges: The Crayfish

I was thinking about summer today. It’s spring here in Pittsburgh and as usual it’s sunny, cold, windy, warm in spurts, then overcast, back to cold, then it gets dark and it’s just super cold. Multiple weather personality be damned. I was thinking summer!

I dwelled on playing in cricks as a kid discovering crayfish, salamanders and random bugs. I rode that stream of thought for a moment and somehow ended up on the term, “That shit cray!” I hear all the cool kids
are saying it. Or at least some of them. Two years ago.

I was compelled to create something so pointless yet poignant at that moment in time. The regret of unrequited inspiration is the worst. My evil urges took over and before I knew it I was doing an image search for crayfish. No, Google, I’m not looking for crawfish. I settled on the image below. I believe it said he was a signal crayfish. I’m guessing they do semaphore. I didn’t really read it. It might be a baby lobster. Slapped on the required all-caps Impact and a somewhat legal copyright — Bam! – instant crappy meme.

Enjoy. I’m sorry.