Due to a little mis-firing in the brain this morning, which was my own fault entirely, I was stuck in the 70’s all day. I don’t just mean remembering little things from the 70’s or songs from the 70’s. No, what I mean is, is that I was having some weird perception shift where every little thing made my entire world and existence seem like I had traveled back in time. Sean said that happened to him early last week with his MF Crisis post. That’s all well and good, but if you know me, you know that I have a severe distaste and near phobia of the 70’s.

It all started with this one innocent little book.

Yes, I know, the title says 80. However, I think everyone will agree that 1980 was a little closer in resemblence to 1975 than 1985.

I read the book while I waited for Amazon to quit, well, nevermind, and so there I was reading about CHIPS and Gary Coleman and then I landed on Eight is Enough. That prompted an internet search to find all of the children and what had happened to them and what I found wasn’t pretty. I won’t go into it except to say that that’s where I think the perception shift started. Here’s a tip: if you don’t like an era as much as I don’t like the 70’s, don’t go messin’ around with it. Stay clear.

For the rest of the day, every corner I turned, even every direction my eyes turned, there was the 70’s. Sean’s clothes on the floor, dust motes in a sunbeam, Milton painting his trim (which isn’t that far off from the 70’s anyway), the old nasty books I was shelving, etc. A table mat on Sean’s bedside table that I thought was attractive yesterday, today seemed like it was about to be a new home for Sue Ellen’s whiskey glass.

That’s getting 86′d tomorrow.