Calvin's Canadian Cave of Coolness: If You Remember This Then You Are My People

Thursday, April 21, 2011

If You Remember This Then You Are My People

8 comments:

Sarah said...: I love rotary phones! I actually had one for awhile when I still had a landline. Drove my bf nuts because the ringer was so loud (because it's an actual bell!)

Mine was yellow with a duck in the center of the dialer. My Nana even had a rotary wall phone.; April 21, 2011 at 7:51 PM
Kal said...: I had a red one that I kept under a bell jar on my desk when I was a teenager. It was pretty cool to think that each time it rang that Gotham City needed my help. True story.; April 21, 2011 at 7:54 PM
Debra She Who Seeks said...: Not only do I remember rotary phones, I remember no-rotary phones -- when you had to pick up the receiver and get the operator to connect you. We had a party line too. Our little town in Manitoba was the last one in the entire province to get rotary dials in the early 70s.; April 21, 2011 at 8:50 PM
Kal said...: That small Manitoba town wasn't named Sundown or Vita by any chance? Our family farm is right in the middle between those two 'places' that are so small that town doesn't really describe them. But compared to the farm they were the big city. I rememeber that party line. My aunt would evesdrop on people's conversation all the time. Better than television for entertainment.; April 21, 2011 at 8:55 PM
Paladin said...: The only reason that I regret dropping out land line is that I can no longer use my old dial phones. I've got two old rotary phones from the 1930's and a candlestick phone that I had hooked up to work.

+1 on the loud assed ringer :) You could hear my Automatic Electric wall phone outside in the driveway when it rang in the kitchen.; April 22, 2011 at 4:48 AM
Tim Knight said...: My late father used to work for British Telecom (over here in the UK and before it was called British Telecom or BT) and so our house had plenty of this style of phone.

I, too, always wanted a candlestick phone, but I can't imagine now I'd have the patience to dial every number like that ;); April 22, 2011 at 6:27 AM
DrGoat said...: I remember our first telephone number: EAst5-9970. They changed it to 325-9970 sometime in the 60s, I think.; April 22, 2011 at 7:32 AM
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Was my parent´s number.; April 22, 2011 at 6:32 PM

Calvin's Canadian Cave Of Cool Manifesto

I forever stand vigilant to protect this planet from the myriad of forces that are always against us. Be it the octopus, zombies, aliens or the robots my team of human agents, and our feline allies, circle the globe in a never ending struggle for human freedom.

I learn all I can on every subject that interests me. I especially enjoy ancient history because in the past there are valuable lessons to be found. Also, if I ever get my time machine to work properly, it would be good to know a bit about possible destinations and what to expect when I get there.

I greatly appreciate beautiful design. Be it manufactured or found naturally I am fascinated by the process of invention. I am attracted to the unique, the strange, the haunted. I like to share what I find on this blog.

And not let us forget the 'Cephalopod Menace' who, if allowed to, would wrap their tentacles around all that is good and pure in this life and crush it until it remained no more. They are creatures of pure spite. Hate is all they know. Death is all they do. They are our most ruthless and determined enemy.

So we fight. Selena has the celebrity contacts, the cat is ruthless and without pity, Roosevelt's ghost has the experience and I do the wetwork.

Fighting for the future of the planet doesn't have to be a chore, however. We can take the time to appreciate all that is cool in this world even as we cut the octopus into bite sized chunks.

This is the reason there has always been and must forever be, a Cave of Cool. Be sure to wipe your feet before you enter.