I think the Capitol Limited had a dome car all through the 80s. It was perhaps one of the only highlights of the whole joint-custody situation. In the winter the whole trip would be after sunset, but I’d still sit in the darkened dome car, staring vacantly ahead as random rural streetlights and porch-lights blazed by.

Maybe you are a geezer. You think that upsets anyone? How dare you sully that amazing GIF with your boorish behavior!

As a person who graduated from the university that rides the coattails of this football team, I declare this comment to be perfect.

Maybe the smart move is not to play.

Sigh. I’m going to watch FLCL again. I probably missed something important the first three times...

You know, the middle finger might be because the bus was traveling too slow in the passing lane. Not everything has to be political.

This one looks like a guy who is balding and is seriously considering the comb-over look.

That would explain the last few months of my life very well, actually. I think I was nerfed back in May, because the old life strategies don’t seem to be working as well as they used to.

Of course. You need seven people for the seven-man luge, and it was easier to gather the same seven over and over than to find another kid dumb enough to try.

The seven-man luge. Or actually, seven kids aged 8 to 12 on an extra long sled going down a snow-packed, yet still drivable steep suburban street. (Three laying down, four sitting on top if you are curious.)

I helped a feral cat get off a roof with my 78 Cherokee.

I like you guys.

I love it when the last step of a complicated process is “Run”.

He/she gets bigger or smaller depending on the level. I just got to the level where the player switches from being big in the foreground to being tiny in the background several times withing a few seconds. This is a mind-bending game.

That stretch between Amarillo and Wichita Falls was fun back when it was two lanes.

Mel Brooks is always appropriate. Even this:

That was pretty spectacular though. The added props make a difference.

I never thought I would read the words “Dothan drag queen”. It warms my heart that there is a drag queen in Dothan. Dothan!

That’s Albuquerque! He’s at 10,000 ft elevation right there and probably suffering from slight oxygen deprivation. If you want to pick a fight with Hugh Jackman (and you’re a local), now’s the time! And if you can’t win, at least you can be sure he can’t catch you if you run away.

Thanks for giving me the opportunity to relieve those memories.