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The phone is Y2K Grey, the glittering dolphin-skinned shade favoured for consumer electronics of the era.

Today is the last time you will drink an Orbitz soda.

More and more often I find myself cross-referencing my 6 streaming accounts to find something to watch and turn up nothing. What if we brought back the Blockbuster experience instead?

Convened the fifth day of August, 1995, noontide, Yoshi's Island. Discussion: The Matter of the Screaming Bundle

You want to learn about economics? Stare into the button-eyed soul of the Beanie Babies and you'll see the spirit of the Dutch tulip bubble reborn in polyester plush.

I feel about 900 years old explaining how to play Pogs. Like pretty much every fad, it sounds ridiculous when you spell it out, but Pogs swept through the playground like prairie wildfire, slammers rolling through swingsets like flaming tumbleweeds.

We were not wired to endure the constant, random stimulus of learning about a nation's debt crisis, tips for manifesting destiny, and weird tricks to clean ketchup out of car seats. But here we are.

When painting your house Dusty Rose was chic.

A letter to a person or entity unlikely to respond.

The Wonder of the Galaxy from the Comfort of Home!

"If you have to worry about what guitar you need, that's emo. If you don't give a f*ck, then it's punk."

The appearance of the Wishbone Classics adaptation of "Romeo and Juliet" in my school library was a watershed moment.

Warding off a VHS revival in advance.

I made you a playlist

They've braided blankets around pillows and scattered slippers like snowdrops across the linoleum.

I had sweated to buy this video game and soon I was going to puke for it, too.

A tv bolted to the ceiling is playing CBC news on mute.

Your shoulder might twinge.

“Well,” I thought, “I guess this is it. Maybe I am finally trapped in an endless loop of Death Cab for Cutie albums and ambient mood playlists that I can never escape.”

I'm hunting for psalms.