The only way to watch coming-of-age fliks from the ’80s is while drinking. at least if you are me. the best word to describe my feelings regarding said films is abhor. We watched Can’t Buy Me Love and Footloose last night. It was, perhaps, more fun to rip on the relatively innocent antics and eccentric film techniques than it was to actually watch the film. Did I mention this was a film major party? Footloose would be an excellent movie to appear on MST3K. There are so many scenes with little dialogue that Ryan and I had a blast ripping it to shreds. Mullets and bad music define the emotional highlights of any ’80s teenpic.
I am glad I was an innocent little hick boy in the wilds that are east central indiana during the ’80s. And for those of you who are wondering, no I did not have a rattail or a kiddie-sized mullet.
For the next month I am going to be teaching myself CSS and by the time my senior year of college starts perhaps I will have a CSS version of my page ready to go. Wish me luck, I don’t know shite about it and my version of Dreamweaver doesn’t seem to know shite about it either.