“Not long ago, when there were men on the bottling lines, this sort of thing didn’t happen!”

(The first lucky duck that can name the movie that line was quoted from gets a hats off and a virtual beer basket in their gmail  )

Recently my friend JD from I Do Things had her blog hacked by some loser, possibly one sporting a mullet and with a serious brain worm infestation. Fortunately,  JD was able to restore her site with relative ease. She warned us to make plenty of WordPress backups and upgrade our WordPress files. Some of her readers went so far as to make backups of their backups.

I took these prudent steps forthwith, and then I started thinking about that poor lost soul who maliciously hacks and stabs deep into the hearts of innocent files, corruptifying them and rendering them useless and unrecognizable. He (or she) obviously cares little for those files, viewing them as merely things to be manipulated. Does this modern mullet sporter have no shame? Are the brain worms in control now?

I think this dismisbegotten file crusher doesn’t play well with others. Probably not enough love as a child. Maybe Santa brought him a Brite Lite instead of the Operation Game. It could be his hampster’s upscale home was replaced with low income housing. Maybe he was chased about the house by an older sibling who was wearing Finger Forks, and yelling ” I’m Freddy Krueger, welcome to my nightmare!” This person obviously has little in common with a certified ethical hacker.

Whatever his problem is, I don’t understand the motivation for blog vandalization. He (or she) needs to chill out, crack open a Blue Beaver Beer and play some World of Warcraft or something. Or even better, get a life and for gosh darn sakes, get rid of the freakin’ mullet! An oh, yeah, if you need to borrow my ginormous tweezers to remove those brain worms, I have ‘em right here behind the bar.

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If you would like to know more about the ’80’s and what I may have been thinking read, “No Beaver, No Problem pt. 2“.  Perhaps it will give you some insight into an era best left forgotten.

Ah, the eighties. I forgot all about those crazy times, until I read I Love The 80’s so you don’t have to at JD’s site. If you take a look over there, you can read her list of 80 Things I Did in the 80’s So You Don’t Have To. I would have never guessed that JD was such a wild Eighties chick! I can’t compete with her 80s hair photo, but I did have quite the mullet on me if I do say so myself.

What do I remember about the eighties?

 Crazy Music Videos, like ‘Wild Boys’ by Duran Duran. There was one guy tied to this water wheel, and it was spinning and kept dipping his head in the water, and then that monster came up ….. pure art, man! And how about Thriller?

Awesome Hatchback Cars. Those were so cool, especially if the shock wore out on the hatch and you had to steal your mother’s broom handle to prop the sucker open so you could get the beer in and out. Can you remember the power under those flimsy hoods that you also had to prop open with a little rod? I tried to close mine once but forgot to put the support rod down and put a bend right in the middle of the hood.  Those babies were like riding a speed rocket …. not! It was even more cool when they all broke down and were retired to the auto wreckers.

House Parties! Yeah, I bet there are house parties going on now, but I don’t hear of any parties like these ones. I’m talking those houses that were owned or rented by some animal who liked to fill the joint with people every weekend. The kind of party where everyone takes their shoes off and piles ‘em up outside because there’s no room left inside and you have to force your way into the crowd.  You know you’re at the right house if the cops raid the joint and everyone makes a break for it wearing the wrong shoes cause you didn’t have time to look through the enormous pile for yours so you just grabbed a couple hightop Reeboks and hightailed it outa there.

Arcades Full of Stand Alone Games and Pinball Machines  These were the best. Video games were a social thing mostly. Of course there was the Atari 2600 and a few others, but for the good games you had to go down to the arcade with your friends and hang out with the rest of the punks. Now teenagers (and adults) sit all alone in a dimy lit room and play with themselves, I mean with their games.

Maybe it was the lack of sleep, all the beer I drank or I blocked out a lot of stuff, but a lot of the eighties is really foggy. Between a few heavy metal concerts and the Suzuki GSE 1100 Streetbike, and did I say all that beer, I kept pretty busy.

Anyone else feel like sharing their 80’s memories?

Good day everyone,
Well then, here’s part two of other beers we drink. This time it’s a little different though. The beer I wish to discuss today is “Beer Beer”. Unfortunately, this beer is no longer available. Progress took over and the brewery that used to produce it was turned into a shopping centre. But “Beer Beer” was what we used to drink when we were teenagers (by that I mean 18 and 19, because we never ever drank any alcohol when we were underage, that would have been irresponsible) before we discovered the joy and wonderment that is Blue Beaver. My memories of “Beer Beer” are memories of a simpler time before the world started moving so fast. Just sitting around on the lawn furniture that used to be our living room furniture, watching Knight Rider, and sporting mullets. We didn’t have to worry about work, our parents still thought we might actually make something of ourselves, we could spend our days driving around in the old Chevy Short Box, listening to Poison and Faster Pussycat without a care in the world. God, I miss those days. Uh, I have something in my eye so I have to go.

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