Archive for the ‘Nostalgia’ Category

You Want To Make A Memory?

Thursday, August 2nd, 2007

I dug up this old photograph Look at all that hair we had. It's bittersweet to hear you laugh Your phone is ringing I don't wanna ask If you go now, I'll understand If you stay, hey, I've got a plan We're gonna make a memory You wanna steal a piece of time You ...

Pick the Worst Love Song Video

Friday, October 27th, 2006

Billy Squier won the first round fairly convincingly over Orion: The Hunger. Now, let's look at two love songs from the 80s. The first one is Lionel Ritchie's "Hello." Is anyone else skeeved out by the way he stalks the blind chick. And she's his student to boot. ...

I’ve Sold My Soul To Google

Thursday, October 19th, 2006

It's sharing custody rights with Apple. My new email address is lscottfreeman@gmail.com. I set up the whole Google package yesterday: Desktop, Gadgets, Earth, Talk (Sorry, Phil for calling you in the middle of work), and Nanny. Yes, Google can feed my kids and change diapers. In a couple of hours ...

One of My Favorite Songs of All Time

Friday, September 29th, 2006

It's definitely in my top 10. The video is cheesy and doesn't match the lyrics at all. But 27 years later it still sounds fresh to me. Based on a true story.

“They thought they’d be friends forever, but forever couldn’t last.”

Friday, September 15th, 2006

Five weeks from today I will travel back to Arkansas for my 20th high school reunion. As I begin to contemplate heading back, I find myself more and more nostalgic. Over the next few weeks I will be talking a bit more about those days and sharing some ...

My Country Song

Thursday, August 31st, 2006

Because Amy requested it, and much to my wife's chagrin, here are the lyrics to my country song. Understand, this was 15+ years ago, it was written while sitting in my Greek Philosophy class, and was a weak attempt at satire.  I do not advocate drinking to excess and shooting off ...

Confessions of a Twisted Mind

Monday, August 28th, 2006

I'm different. I know that. I always have been. You can ask any of my readers who have known me since my high school days: I march to a different drummer. Somehow, God uses that for good, I think. But since, I'm in the mode of full disclosure, I ...