I was bored Thursday night and felt like, for whatever the reason, playing some coin-op arcade games. Then I realized I’m not 11 years old anymore and, more importantly, it’s not 1992 anymore, so arcades don’t exist. (Since I have a mustache, albeit a Swanson-esque one, I’d probably be barred from any arcades for their “no creeps” policy, anyway.)
So a “1992” search on Tumblr was the next best thing to playing a game of “NBA Jam” or “Street Fighter II,” and also a very nice way to avoid any and all mentions of LeBron James for the duration of the night.
(Caution: slight NSFWness on the Basic Instinct gif.)
This just makes sense: Madonna, Roseanne, Tom Arnold and RHCP backstage at SNL:
‘Basic Instinct’: The ’90s’ finest masturb-moment.
Best. Episode. Ever.
Lithuania: The Tie-Dye Dream Team:
Slightly more (or less?) fashionable?
Before there was Mark Wahlberg, there was Marky Mark and this fine funky bitch:
RIP Phil Hartman, not even Seinfeld Superman could save ya:
Quentin Tarantino, breakout star of 1992:
2Pac deserved an Oscar for Juice:
Giant Slam Dunk Donatello:
Where have you gone, Jodeci?
Rodney King always did look like Karl Malone:
RIP Rodney, RIP Whitney:
Her biological clock is tickin’ like this:
Nirvana seemed destined for greatness:
Wu-Tang is not to be trifled with:
A young Eddie Vedder:
Car … Game on:
Such state-of-the-art graphics:
We were all Everyday People:
Look at this fresh-faced youngster (post–‘21 Jump Street,’ post–‘Edward Scissorhands’):
RIP John Ritter:
Okay, basically everyone in this post is dead:
Including Adam Yauch. Great Beasties cover:
Shaq, Alonzo and Jimmy Jackson:
Grunge & Glory anyone?
Has it really been 20 years?
Mike Cardillo runs a terrific soccer website called That’s On Point. You should read it. Follow him on the twitters @thatsonpoint. He’s good people.