All our yesterdays: nostalgia

Then there’s this…

The classic rock stations back home playing Van Halen, etc. always freaks me out.


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I guess I know the whereabouts of over half the people on your list. I know at least nine of them are still in Taiwan…

Some are not mentioned! Didn’t make enough impact o the site I guess.

Than there are those old ones that can’t stop talking about the 60’s, 70’s, 80’s, 90’s!

Someone posting about printers in another thread reminded me of this. We had one of these big buggers at work, ooh, 30 years ago. It’s a band printer. It was housed in its own special room because (a) it was unbelievably noisy and (b) it was rumoured that if the print mechanism went catastrophically wrong, it could explode and kill someone.

No idea what they’re doing to it in the video. Unfortunately, it doesn’t really convey just how loud these things are - they seem to have muted the sound during the print test.

They didn’t mute it – it just blew up the microphone! :exploding_head:

You just brought back memories of my old man’s ‘stereo’, many moons ago.

It was a bar, that was also a stereo. Turntable, 8 track player!!!, behind the bar, and at the front was this mesh screen thinger, where the speakers were located. The most awesome part was behind the mesh, were colored lights that would pulse to the beat. Ahead of its time.

Egads, I found it!

I don’t do that and stop talking about me! (Bill Cosby routine from the 60s).

I believe they are printing out my bank statement.

Now them were the days when they got their design priorities right.

Pure class!

Could be. It was more felt than heard, like standing in front of the speakers at a rock concert.

Feeling my age today…and housework is not even half done…sigh…

I lost my blender, yo.

How the hell do you lose a blender? :thinking:

Can’t find it. I dunno where I put it. It is not in its usual cabinet. It’s nowhere in the kitchen. :sob:

Time to interrogate the cats. I hear waterboarding is very effective.

Ask your cats?

Are you sure no one is living under the stairs or a hidden place?