Category: Slice of Life
“Batkaren” from Mastodon is correct:
I’ve become old enough to realize Walter Peck from the EPA was 100% right to try to regulate the Ghostbusters’ storage containment unit.
And in response, “Crumbs the Cat” astutely noted:
The whole movie is Reaganism in a nutshell. The heroes are scrappy, risk-taking entrepreneurs who have been rejected by elitist academia, are hounded by meddling government regulators, and ultimately have to come to the rescue of a helpless government. They prevail in the end against a world-destroying androgyne by breaking their *own* workplace safety rules (“never cross the streams”).
When I first saw this hoodie, my first thought was that its design was a little too bright and bubbly.
An almost periwinkle background? Pink, yellow, and light green lettering in a font better suited to selling cotton candy? Did whoever designed it even listen to the album? Even just once?
Maybe I spent too much time picking out rock t-shirts in head shops on Toronto’s Yonge Street during my misspent youth, but it’s my opinion that prog-rock t-shirts should be black. I think that Wish You Were Here, with its themes of loss and disillusionment with the music industry, is better paired with graphics like those from the video for Welcome to the Machine.
And then it occurred to me: if you were 17 years old in 1975 (when the North American tour featured on the hoodie took place), you’d be 65 years old today. Those bright colors might work better with a retirement wardrobe of golf clothes, cruisewear, and senior chic in general.
It has a certain hand-made charm, doesn’t it?
This is a still from a Zoom chat I had earlier this morning. I rearranged my home office over the holidays, and it’s looking pretty sharp!