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dncsky1530 writes "The Sydney Morning Herald reports: It babysat generations, distracted countless teenagers from homework and, as Homer Simpson sagely observed about television, became our 'teacher, mother, secret lover'. Sure, the shows may have been ludicrous - think Webster, The A-Team, Charles In Charge - but they became part of our lives nonetheless. So what do you do when they end? Immortalise them online. At least, you do if you're a diehard fan - and there are plenty of them out there. Look up a show, any show, and the odds are there'll be at least one fan site, possibly with a tinny version of the soundtrack playing in the background and certainly with photos galore, plot lines, trivia as well as 'where are they now?' information on the actors."
Worst story ever.
I have been pwned because my
We need the wisdom of Herman's Head now, more than ever.
- Comic Book Guy.
Someday someone will come up with a fansite for Slashdot, remembering when it used to be about news for nerds, stuff that matters.
...why the internet should be destroyed.
"Hey, there's a Simpsons quote in it! I've never seen that on Slashdot before, it must be newsworthy!" - michael
Sure, I spent my early years watching Mister Rogers and Gi Joe. Then came Webster, the A-Team and Dukes of Hazard. Then came Gi joe and Transformers. Then came Duck Tales and Saved by the bell. Then came Porn and the Screensavers on Tech TV. Thank you for making me so messed up.
One day, at a science fiction con, I was glancing across one of those large tables full of videotapes of, shall we say, dubious provenance, when I noticed, at the left edge of a box full of old TV shows, a tape labelled "AIR WOLF / THE A-TEAM".
I'm somewhat ashamed to say that my initial thought was, "That has got to be the worst bit of slash ever written."
Damn good thing this story was put on the front page of /. otherwise i would have never known about this "internet" that you speak of. ;)
Man, so much more to this world than I ever knew
who posted this story....
The Doormat
If you're not outraged, then you're not paying attention.
"idiot box"
I prefer Shit Pump
A while back, a bunch of us, for whatever reason, were arguing what the Hamburgler used to say. Whether is was "robble robble", or "rabble rabble". We debated this for 5 minutes, no fooling. Just kept going on and on, until someone suggested, "Why don't you just find out at a Hamburgler fan site?".
After that sentence, we all just fell silent. It was an absolutely strange suggestion when you thought about it, but we also realized that they probably do exist.
And lo and behold, Google didn't just find one, it found about a dozen. We laughed, both at the idea of googling for it, and the sad truth that there are Hamburgler fansites out there.
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I'm just waiting for jump the shark for websites.
"Remember that funny website all the tech nerds used to hang out on? I think it was DotSlash or Slashthroat or something like that........"
"Yeah it really JTSed when they started moderating trolls down. The trolls were the only good part of the site....."
Internet contains 'web' 'pages' on various subjects.
I remember once getting bored and channel surfing. This was before the days of remote controls, so I surfed the old fashioned way by turning the dial.
Anyway, I stumbled across this bouncer competition. It's not every day that you get to see a televised competition of big ugly dudes hoisting drunks out the saloon door. I can't remember if this was the nationals or internationals. Anyway, this especially ugly dude named "Mr. T" won.
That was his fifteen minutes of fame. But that was too short for him, so he stretched that fifteen minutes into half a decade. First he fights Sylvester Stallone in Rocky. Very cheesy. I was thinking, "Hey, your fifteen minutes are over!" Then he shows up on A-Team. Come on! This guy couldn't act his way out of a paper bag!
His career finally stuttered, stalled, and crashed into Florida swampland after a particularly atrocious Barbara Walters interview.
Epilogue: I thought the ghost of Mr. T had been laid to rest. But I was wrong. An CS professor with a bad sense of humour was describing an algorithm to my class, when he suddenly jabbed his pointer at the chalkboard, right at a meta-variable, and loudly announced: "I pity da foo!"
Don't blame me, I didn't vote for either of them!