Totally 80s: Jelly shoes and jelly bracelets

Welcome the next installment of my year-long look back at the decade that was ruled by big hair and bigger egos. Every other week I’ll be covering pop culture tidbits from the 1980s, sharing memories, choking on the ridiculousness, and maybe offering an insight or two into what made the 1980s so great/bad/silly. Serving as my inspiration are two lists from Buzzfeed, and I’ll include links to the original list items in each post. So throw on your neon windbreaker, lace up your hi-tops, and adjust your Wayfarers, because this DeLorean is taking off! (Ugh. Did I really just type that? Gag me with spoon, seriously.)


List item #35 & #36 from 53 Things Only 80s Girls Can Understand

The horrible smell jelly bracelets left after you wore them all day long…

Nothing says "The 80s" like cheap plastic? Sounds about right.

50 for $1.00 was the going rate, I think.

…but knowing that these smelled worse

 Mmmm...nothing like some insta-sweat-makers for your feet!

Mmmm…nothing like some insta-sweat-makers for your feet!

I know. I’m cheating. But only a little as this post involves things jelly. Bracelets and shoes. Two things made out of one thing — plastic. So really, the title of this post should be “Totally 80s: Cheap-ass plastic shit.”

When the thoughtful adult in me looks back about the advent of plastic accessories in the 80s, I think of the boom in personal technology. With the boom in personal technology, from computers to video game consoles, came futuristic thinking. And with futuristic thinking came thoughts of outer space and shiny spacesuits. And with outer space and shiny spacesuits came this crazy, cool vibe of sleek, molded modernity…. Continue reading

On Your Mark…Get Set…Sketch!


This month, United We Game celebrates its first birthday! When Hatm0nster, The Duck Of Indeed, and I began the site a year ago, we knew it’d be tons of fun, and it’s certainly become something very special. (And we’re not done yet! Not by a long shot.) As part of our birthday celebration, UWG has teamed up with the artist known as A4man (@AdsTra) to participate in his Twitter art project @1hour1sketch. To learn more about the project, UWG’s chosen topic, and how to submit drawings, just click on the post below. It’s open to anyone and some great sketches have already been submitted. UWG’s topic runs through this Wednesday (and we’ll be sharing your sketches on the site), so celebrate with us and send in a drawing today!

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In cooperation with the creative genius known A4man  ( @AdsTra on Twitter) and whose work graces the Internet in only the most delightful of ways, United We Game is happy to announce that, as part of our month-long, first anniversary celebration, we’re taking part in 1hour1sketch1hour1sketch was created for bit of fun by illustrators A4man and Fredrik Skarstedt (@Fredrik_S). Inspired by the sketch dailies on Twitter t hey both wanted a challenge with the emphasis on sketch, meaning you only had a maximum of one hour to make a sketch based on a set topic. The more rough and sketch-like the better; using pencil and paper was encouraged. Within a week other illustrators joined in the fun, and now hobbyists and illustrators of all skill levels are getting involved in the challenge!

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Let Sleeping Dogs Lie?  No F$@#ing Way!

When our original PlayStation 3 died while my husband was playing Sleeping Dogs, for awhile after I was convinced it was the game’s fault. Sleeping Dogs killed our PS3. On and off before the incident, I had been watching the game with piqued interest. I hadn’t been following closely enough to know the story, but I sure did like the way the game looked. And it most certainly didn’t hurt that the lead character Wei Shen had a Nathan Drake look about him. He was well spoken and easy on the eyes.

Hey there, handsome.

Hey there, handsome. Also, uh…girl.

But all that went to shit when the PS3 died still clutching the game disc. And the game was a rental. The fates 2; us 0. The operation to retrieve the disc was painstaking (seriously, how many damn screws does one game console need??) but successful, and it left the PS3 in pieces. The game was returned without incident.

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Library Journies: Stephen King


Last week, I returned to the past to remember that childhood moment when both books and time were plentiful. I eventually grew out of the book-of-the-month selections offered to kids and tweens and forged my own literary path at my local library. In this post I wrote for Geek Force Network, I recall how once that path veered off into the creepy and sinister territory overseen by Stephen King. Despite harboring young fears of scary books, King’s books spoke to teenage me in a way unlike other books, frankly, directly, and deftly. As everything old is new again, I once more find myself in need of King’s words and eerie visual mastery.

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Lately I’ve had this impulse to read, or rather, re-read some Stephen King books. I can’t put my finger on why, after so many years, that I suddenly have to read them again; all my head is telling me is that I must. But why Stephen King so specifically? I think it has something to do with libraries.

Throughout the better part of my formative years, my mother made sure that my siblings and I visited our local library regularly. In fact, I can picture the interior of that library as clear as day, with the large checkout counter just inside the door. To the left of that was the reference book section. Beyond that was the fiction and non-fiction room. And downstairs was the kids section. And all of it was enveloped in that post-modern, sterile, and beige environment common to many public libraries of the time. But I…

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Totally 80s: Book club order forms

Welcome the next installment of my year-long look back at the decade that was ruled by big hair and bigger egos. Every other week I’ll be covering pop culture tidbits from the 1980s, sharing memories, choking on the ridiculousness, and maybe offering an insight or two into what made the 1980s so great/bad/silly. Serving as my inspiration are two lists from Buzzfeed, and I’ll include links to the original list items in each post. So throw on your neon windbreaker, lace up your hi-tops, and adjust your Wayfarers, because this DeLorean is taking off! (Ugh. Did I really just type that? Gag me with spoon, seriously.)


List item #42 from 50 Things only ’80s Kids Can Understand

The excitement you got each month when your teacher passed out Troll & Scholastic book order forms.


One of the best things about elementary school was that, for the most part, the good days outweighed the bad ones.  On music days I got to spend time “singing” and “playing” instruments (best of all were the recorders!) Everybody rejoiced on days that the gym teacher allowed us to play capture the flag and dodge ball. And, of course, Pizza Fridays were just about the best days in the whole universe! But nothing quite compared to the ridiculous joy I derived from book sales and fairs.

Book order forms may have been passed out monthly in Buzzfeed’s world, but I don’t recall it happening that often. (Though maybe it did. My memories are hardly the be all and end all.) But I certainly remember regularly obtaining and perusing those wonderful, colorful, newspaper-y booklets. I can’t really describe how much my younger self simply adored reading. I’d read anything, from scary monster books that gave me nightmares to really kiddy fare like the Berenstain Bears. Between the ages of seven and twelve, books were staple birthday and Christmas gifts. And though I’m sure I balked at the idea of getting books over Barbie, I was secretly quite happy.

Receiving books unwarranted was all well and good, but I didn’t have any power over the titles I received. With the book forms at school however, I did. I had ALL the power to choose whichever books I wanted! Because the books, they were ALL MINE! Mwahahahaha!


I also had a very vivid imagination thanks to books.

Sure, I could pick any books I wanted, but my parents, the ones footing the bill, had the final say. I could circle 30 books on any given form, and maybe I’d get 1/3rd of my choices. Even though the books were ridiculously cheap by adult standards (some costing mere pennies), in our house all those books needed storage of some kind, which lead to clutter, which lead to messiness, which lead to screams of “where are my [insert series title here] books??” and subsequently irate parents. I’m sure they had some sort of system in place for choosing what to buy, which may have been as simple as setting a price limit ($5, $10), so all I could do was make my choices and hope for the best.

School days that were even more betterer than the book forms days were when the books arrived. Our books were sent to the school, and seemingly like magic, they were already grouped under our names when we got in. The teacher passed out bundles like Santa Claus, and we were happy. I was happy. My bundles were replete with high-flying fantasy, true-to-life stories, eerie tales from the beyond, Choose-Your-Own-Adventure novels, Mad Libs, and, most certainly, plenty of Garfield! (And free posters, always!) I’d truck all those book homes in my backpack and read, and read, and read until someone (perhaps my Mom calling for dinner) broke my trance. It was the The. Best. Day.


It bears mentioning that I didn’t get books with each and every form. Otherwise, goodness, I’d have been swimming in compact paperbacks! These special days for me only happened a few times a year. Often they were coupled with a book fair that was held by the school once or twice a year. Held after school or on a weekend, at first I went with my parents and they bought the books. As I got older, I was allowed to attend them “by myself” with my parents acting more as chaperons than police escorts. They’d give me $10 and off I went. Slowly. Oh so slowly. Cause I only had $10, y’know. There was a fine line to walk between getting lots of books and getting the ones that mattered most.

As blissful as these memories are, they are inextricably tied to more melancholy ones. For as many times as I remember received my fresh, uncracked books in school, I also remember the few kids who never got books. Order forms came and went, and they never got any bundles. I won’t sit here and pretend to speculate anything about their lives through the fog of the past, but it did make me a little sad to see them there without any new books. Sadder still, I always felt like I should have shared books with those kids who didn’t have any, but I never did. It was bad enough that I had to share my shiny, new prizes with my younger siblings, with their sticky peanut butter hands and childish carelessness, just because my parents said it “was the nice thing to do.” (gawd, jeez!)

I eventually traded a life with book forms for one with a library card; however, my younger brother and sister still got the forms. On occasion, I’d glance through one even though I was far too “cool” and “adult” for such nonsense. Still, the idea of getting new books rather than the ratty library books (which, yes, were so much more accessible), was really quite appealing. And I remember the smiles on my siblings’ faces when they brought home their bundles of new books.

Best. Day. Ever!


Community Post: The Embarrassing Joys of Lost Kingdoms II


On April 6, 2013, the Internet became a better place for us all, for on that day United We Game was UNLEASHED UPON THE WORLD!! Not that I’m excited about a brand new gaming site that I helped create or anything. But yes, this month marks UWG’s 1-year anniversary! And everyone there is incredibly excited and happy with reaching this important threshold. To kick off UWG’s birthday month, we’ve been posting our favorite guilty pleasure games. You know the ones…those games that you’d never play in mixed company? Games that send shivers down the spines of many but warm your heart? Yeah, those games. Here I’m sharing the post that kicked off the series from the wonderful Duck of Indeed.

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Image from Flickr User: Migue Alcaino

Image from Flickr User: Migue Alcaino

Thanks to an idea from Chip of “Games I Made My Girlfriend Play”, the admins and contributors of UWG will be posting a series of community posts over the next span of days on the topic of our “guilty pleasure” games in celebration of April Fool’s Day. And it looks as if the Duck gets the honor of starting things off. And on April Fool’s Day, of all days! Score!

Well, we all have some games we’re rather embarrassed to admit that we like, right? And if you deny it, I’ll only assume that you have a game in mind you’re just keeping secret from me…. Well, I have some of these games, as well. I often have pretty decent taste in games, or so I like to believe. I love “The Legend of Zelda” and “Kingdom Hearts” and “Halo”, but I…

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The Day I Cracked My Nintendo DS

That fierce robotic guy in blue that we all know and respect as Mega Man holds very special place in my gaming heart. But as with many relationships, our has had its ups and downs. We soared to new levels of fun and frustration with Mega Man 1-8 in the Anniversary Collection! We triumphed together over Chill Penguin and his cohorts in Mega Man X. And, most recently, we comfortably picked things back up with Mega Man X2. And so far, when I eke in some time to play, things move along smoothly with only the occasion curse of anger. It was my own fault then when I decided to test the waters in getting a Mega Man game for my Nintendo DS some years back.

When I was looking to bring the blue bomber to my DS, I knew that I didn’t want to begin at the beginning, for (1) I already had, and (2) I couldn’t even if I did want to. Not only had I previously conquered Mega Man: Anniversary Collection and Mega Man X, but you couldn’t play Game Boy or Game Boy Color games on the DS. So that was that and I had to start in the middle somewhere with a GBA game. The title I found was Mega Man Zero (2002).

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Itunes Diaries, entry #15: “Midnight at the Oasis” by Maria Muldaur

I was once a little…um, okay, terribly obsessed with iTunes.  I got my first iPod in 2004 and became immediately entranced by Apple’s seeming infinite lists of music for sale.  Over the years, I spent way too much time on iTunes and spent way too much money on music, some of which was great, and some of which was not.  In 2011, for the sake of my sanity and my bank account, I went cold turkey.  I suspended my iTunes activities and completely stopped visiting site.  With the iTunes Diaries, I take a look back, highlighting the good, the bad, and the ugly in music that I just had to have in the moment. 


As likely as it is for a general tune to get stuck in my head, sometimes the subject matter of a particular song needles itself in there over time. And that isn’t always good thing, at first. When I was young, car rides meant music, and car music was either extra, extra lite rock or classical.  It took me many years to learn to appreciate either, so the “adult contemporary” stuff really grated on my nerves for a time. I couldn’t stand the “bird song” (“Close to You” by the Carpenters), the “pineapple song” (“Escape [The Pina Colada Song]” by Rupert Holmes), or the song I’m talking about here, the “camel song” – “Midnight at the Oasis” by Maria Muldaur.

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