What Do You Remember About 1993

"I was fucking ballerinas and fist-fighting Peter Laughner and Pere Ubu. Because I was not a NERD."

This was the year I got braces, and, if you ask my god damn opinion, I didn't even need them. I remember initially feeling like I couldn't close my mouth and feeling extremely awkward about having them. Then, very quickly, I actually began to think that I didn't look so bad. That is until gym class when I got called a faggot by one of those uber cool, rat-tail and hair metal shirt dudes. Seventh grade was wonderful.

I also remember playing King's Quest 5 a lot, and also that one game that was like a Star Wars rip off but I can't recall the name. Um, and I was listening to Tool's Undertow a lot. And I went to Jamaica that Christmas and got stung by a jellyfish. While there, my step dad unironically adopted a Jamaican accent when talking to natives. And by natives I mean the 20 or so they allowed onto the resort to work.

I would probably kill myself within an hour if I had to relive any random day in 1993.

I am your friend.

This was the year I dropped out of highschool, and moved to America for the first time. I was listening to Green Day's Kerplunk, and Crimpshrine a lot. I was trying to write a sci-fi novel and was playing drums in a band.

This was also the first time I tried to get sober. It lasted for two years.

I read a lot of biographies about the Cambridge spies, and silent movie actresses. I met my first ever boyfriend. My first ever boyfriend and I broke up. I played a lot of Sega (Sonic the Hedgehog, Shining Quest, Clay Fighters, Sewer Shark). I bolted steel pads and bits of computer hardware to my leather jacket (cyberpunx!)

In 1993 I:

-was 6 years old and in 1st grade
-went to Arizona to visit my great-grandmother, whom I decided I hated because she spanked me for being sinful and unlady-like
-had eye surgery
-played baseball with my brother a lot
-was grounded for a long time after I grabbed some scissors and cut off all of my hair when my dad was out of the room. My mom made me get my ears pierced so people wouldn't think I was a boy.
-spent a lot of time in Bob's auto garage

I think that's the year I moved to Seattle and sang in a straight edge band... even though I was drinking heavily.

or '93? I strongly associate it with '93. That's the year it got huge -- in Arizona, anyway. We were not always on the bleeding edge of the coastal trends. That's why I tend to think fads debuted a year or two later than they actually did.

I was in the 4th grade, living in Austin, TX. My dad was in Westfield, MA, making things ready for the rest of us to move into the place he'd found. My mom, my sister and myself were living in an apartment complex called Fountain Terrace. Our neighbors were: a friendly but alcoholic gay couple whose cat had feline leukemia, a Polish family whose daughter was friends with my sister and introduced us to Super Mario Bros., a dirty hippie and his girlfriend who was from India, and a lesbian couple who joked constantly about how much they hated men. The school I went to was for some reason inside a series of trailers, where the students sat in cubicles. For some reason, a high percentage of the students had fucked up family lives and behavioral issues, including one kid who openly used racial epithets and the vilest possible language in front of the buss matron, seemingly for the sole purpose of pissing her off.

I was a bartender at a Mexican restaurant. My previous band broke up and for some reason I had a guitar in the back of my crappy Honda Accord. A cook at work saw it and asked if I played. I said no, I was a vocalist. We decided to form a band and got a waiter who played bass to join us. It took ages to find a decent drummer (we ended up with an amazing one), and then 1993 spirals into a blur of late night practices, drinking massive amounts of malt liquor, driving ridiculous distances to play to a handful of people, and passing out on the floor of someone's house. It was a very good year.

hmm. i think i was in 7th or 8th grade. I played soccer, basketball and softball, sitting on the bench most of the time. I was doing a lot of babysitting and might have been apprenticing in my moms upholstery shop. I think I got caught cheating on a test and had to write a letter to my parents letting them know that. I visited Washington DC, Virginia Beach, and Chinqategue (that place that has wild ponies off the coast of VA). I stole my dads clothes to wear to school. I had lots of crushes but was wayyyy too shy to tell any of them I liked them...but i remember one of them smooching me and telling me he loved me in the middle of D.A.R.E! I was going to perform as an alcoholic bum in a play but couldn't cuz of my trip to DC and VA. I remember I had a bone thugs and harmony cassette. Some Calypso band played in our gym/cafeteria. I played the trumpet and was first chair...but sat in second because the second chair was a bully and wanted to look cool. I didn't really care cuz I knew I was better than him and that was all that mattered......and oh yeah...O.M.! I think that was the year my team finally made it to state...we had to build machines and make a skit about dinosaurs...and at the state competition we got into an argument during spontaneous so obviously we came in dead last.

from what i can remember, 1993 was fucking brilliant! but then i was only 4 years old...good times

I was young and cute and a party girl. My life revolved around shows, raves, parties. I lived alone and danced all the time. Got carpel tunnel syndrome from making cookies. Worked a daycare center for a while. Got a tattoo and a pregnant cat. The cat I have now was born. My sister moved here and got pregnant. I met my friend Karen and we went out for 67 nights in row. I never had any money but I had tons of fun. I was in love with a jerk. I had one goofy boyfriend and one nice boyfriend, but I was still in love with the jerk. Until March of that year I ate mostly cookies from work, from March until May I lived on leftover soup, rolls and pastries from my sister's job. I swear I lived off one pound of lentils, a box of breadcrumbs and a steady supply of Golden Anniversary malt liquor the entire summer. In the fall and winter I had a part time job so I could buy elbow maccaroni and popcorn, which I supplemented by dating, which supplied a few good meals. I went on a lot of dates that year. I remember having a lot of fun but also being really unhappy.

HOOOOOOOOOO!!!

or was that 1992? or 1994. it's all a blur.

93 was the year I got my hair cut off. Mine was about as long as Gordon describes, and I miss it terribly.

It was also the year I finished university, and realised that not only was fluency in Latin and Ancient Greek no use with the ladies, it also counted for sweet FA when trying to get a job, so I signed on, and filled my days doing volunteer conservaton work with a couple of mates and assorted day release cases, most of whom I was amazed were let anywhere near a billhook. If ever you are in the South Hams area of England, and find yourself on a woodland path with wooden steps built into the upward slope, chances are I built them.

Spent most of my nights in The King's Head on Bretonside (don't bother looking for it, it's not there anymore), which was Plymouth's main stroke only pub for punks and crusties.

Read pretty much every book in the Plymouth library system (note to those above: as a fully fledged SF geek, I can tell you cyberpunk was SO over by 1993), and then started again.

Went up on the moors all winter and arsed about in the snow.

Listened to loads of Culture Shock, Bender, AOS3, Blyth Power, Poisoned Electrick Head and other festy bands that required chemical assistance to enjoy.

Started getting involved in the anti-Criminal Justice Bill movement, and went veggie.

1994: More of the same

1995: oh shit, real life

---is that how you came up with your ages ago username: bobthetomato?