Instant Blade Runner / Gerry Rafferty vibe, but then she started singing and it’s not for me. But for all I know, it’ll come back at me as an earworm and then where will I be??

Me either. I would have simultaneously envied/loathed/been in awe of those girls as a pre-teen and teen, and bought the magazine to find that elusive how-to.

This. I don't wear rings and never saw the point of an engagement ring AND a wedding ring, don't like diamonds, blah blah. But he really wanted to do something. Fine, sez I. We exchanged necklaces instead. I don't even wear that but I keep it in a very special place.

My mom did that for me too! This was post-college for me. I don't wear it because I don't favor diamonds, but I will always treasure it.

Squee! Piggies!

I have long wondering this SAME THING about VPL. Related to this is an asswipe (no pun intended) I worked with who sidled up to me one day and said, "I can always tell when you're wearing a thong—no pantylines." Until then, I hadn't actually thought about People Making a Point of Looking, yet evidently they do. Hell,…

I find myself giving him a pass because Ozzy, and the song is so instantly evocative. /fickle

Well, now I want a song that has all those words in it. I hear the tune in my head. Probably ripped off, but no one will know (yet). Working title: Rhyme Zone.

Yes. Great Halloween costume. But the damn heels ruin even my willing suspension of disbelief for a superhero, as well as the squeezetastic outfit. Arrgh.

That is hi-larious that you were texting behind his head—I love it. Not that you had to go through that, of course.

This yes. Shoved under the seat in my first car for emergencies. I had to use it a couple times, and damned if the blasted thing wouldn't hang up when it encountered an answering machine. My dislike of it only ended when cell phones appeared and it went AWAY.

Yes here too! I have nostalgia for the rotary dial sound, though not enough to get an app for it.

I want to say "'Tis!" right out because I got unduly excited just seeing an unexpected Jack Bennying, but something about the glasses and his face look odd to me. Probably just the head tilt/camera angle/whatnot.

GUINEA PIGS FUCKING ROCK. I shout this as a nearly life long guinea pig pal.

OMG it is. Poor Cthulhu. Never dreamed that one up, did he.

Though now I'm thinking the alpha/beta makes perfect sense for ol' humanity based on all the constructs we create. I KEEPS MY GAMMA STATUS YAY.

Heh, I always thought if I had to be a Greek letter, I'd be a Gamma. I defined it as loping around the outside of the pack not giving a fuck, but able to step in and be an Alpha if needed (thus alarming the Alphas blustering about with their elbows out)—ah, in my fantasy world I am such a Mary Sue.

I had, with hope, tried one of Arby's BLT artisan sandwich. I didn't like it; all the ingredients except the bacon were subpar, and I didn't expect the bread to be untoasted, let alone of the super-soft wheat kind (my personal taste buds in play here). Perhaps it was so artisan that my lowly self couldn't recognize it.

I've got the narrow heel too, which can mean a lot of sending back when doing mail order. Sometimes adding gel pads helps.

YES to Carol Burnett. I can't see her name without thinking of her with Tiger Haynes, mimicking Shirley Temple and Bojangles (from Fade Out, Fade In):