Wednesday, May 19, 2010
It's geek porn, I tells ya! Geek porn!
That's it . . . I'm done. As in "done in."
Gone. Lost. Incommunicado.
Just bring me some beer and some Carnation Instant Breakfast, then call EMS to hook me up a catheter. I have been reliably informed of the existence of a website that's the online home of almost every Radio Shack catalog published from 1939 to 2005.
And that's just part of it.
It seems to me that all I need right now is Doc Brown's DeLorean and some period-appropriate cash, and I'll be in bidness. Oh, the places we'll go!
The gadgets we'll buy!
I THINK I'll get me a classic Rek-O-Kut turntable from 1961. And a vintage Harman-Kardon stereophonic receiver.
Maybe an H.H. Scott FM tuner, too!
Oh! And a Tandberg reel-to-reel tape deck! Tapes! I need tapes!
AND WHEN I'm done shopping in the year of my birth, maybe I'll pop over to Radio Shack somewhere during my junior year of high school . . . let's make it Christmastime 1977. I always wanted a DX-160 communications receiver.
And while I'm at it, maybe I'll pick up this, too:
"What is it?" you ask?
It's an iPod.
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