Where were you in 1995?

Best memory from that year? And do you remember the 1995 Nebraska Cornhuskers?

 

Dude, I live in Wyoming. We do not do Cornhuskers. .

My children were 6 and 2. Most good memories revolve around interacting with them.

 

About 2 miles from where I am now.

 

You expect me to remember the events of a random year, almost 30 years ago?

And no, I don’t remember the Nebraska Cornhuskers. I don’t even know what it means, let alone remember it.

 

Now that's just careless. Can you remember the last place you had it? Maybe a prayer to St Anthony?

1995? I was 27, left first job out of college after 5 years, moved to Dublin almost doubling my salary and maintained a principled position of never having heard of Nebraska Cornhuskers. '95 was a good year.

 

My wife, not yet my wife then, moved in with me that year, pregnant with our eldest. We met the year before. I was also working about a couple of hundred yards from where I am now in a completely different job.

 

I thought St. Jude was the patron saint of lost causes.

 

I was living in South Africa.

South Africa (Springboks) beat New Zealand (All Blacks) 15 - 12 in the Rugby World Cup final at the Ellis Park stadium, Johannesburg.

We watched it on TV and what a BBQ / Party we had afterward!

 

I was 9, and probably pretty boring if you weren't into dinosaurs. We'd just moved a couple years prior to one of the very few states without a single Division I school, so college sports (including the Cornhuskers) had probably fled my mind completely. Michael Jordan had "retired", so I didn't care about the NBA anymore either. Might only be interesting from a periodization point of view, but maybe this is the year from which we can date the beginning of my long slide into not caring about sports at all.

 

Interesting—I didn't realize they let antelopes play, but it does make sense they'd be really good.

 

I was probably drooling and walking around pestering my parents.

 

Ha ha,

Rugby teams representing South Arica at national level have a springbok emblem on the jersey - hence they're known as the 'Springboks.'

 

Sardinia... 1 year old JT chillin with her "adopted" italian grandparents (aka, the elderly couple next door who would baby sit me and feed me espresso from teaspoons)

 

1995 was the year I collected about a dozen old IBM PCs and ATs, four printers, a fax machine (all donations from companies that had replaced them with newer equipment), refurbished them, got several companies to donate software, and carted the whole mess from the east coast to a small, Catholic elementary school serving an Apache Indian reservation in northern New Mexico to set up a computer lab for them.

 

I saw this thread title again, and for a moment, thought it said "1885". I was looking for a spare flux capacitor back then.

 

I was in Omaha. So, yeah.

 

Best memory from that year? First-year anniversary trip with my wife to her birth-nation of China.

 

I was 13 and saw Jefferson Starship, Procol Harum, and Steppenwolfe play at some concert targeted at boomers I guess. I enjoyed it.

 

BTW, many say the best college football team ever. Could eat the Wyoming Cowboys for breakfast. Why do you ask?

 

And the beat goes on...

 

Where was I? Oh well, I don't know, do people exist somewhere before their birth? Maybe a pre-life paradise... or maybe my previous life. Maybe the matter that composes my body today was scattered across the earth before I consumed it to develop my body. Ek... this is getting kinda grotesque.

But I do get jealous of people that got to experience the 90s, I really like the chunky computers of the time. Especially the dial-up modem. In 1995, 486 computers were pretty common, and Windows 95 was introduced, bringing huge change to the desktop experience. It gave birth to the "start button" layout we are all used to today. Apple was also really dying at the time since Jobs had quit the company.

Yeah... maybe if I was alive that's where I'd be, maybe in some university full of beige CRT monitors sitting on top the chunky Pentium machines, learning C and C++ and machine language and the Java version of the time. I'd be handing in my assignment work to professors with floppy disks. Although I did that already as a prank to one of my professors in 2020 right before the pandemic.

But you know... if previous lives were a thing maybe I did do that before I faced an unfortunate early death. It would make sense. 12-year old me had a Celeron laptop way back, and he installed every retro operating system there is on a virtual machine for hours on end. I guess I was re-connecting with reminiscence over my old life, or something...

Anyway, did I go on for too long? Sorry.. I jump at such chances.

 

I was a free agent computer troubleshooter, wrangling wild computer technology in California. I was considering going to Kuwait to wrangle there.

 

Dead? It guess depends on your definition of dead.

 

Let's see...

I was living in the NY Tri-State area with my wife and three-year-old daughter, working at a music store, playing with a tribute band, and driving a VW Rabbit.