Titanic set sail 107 years ago today

Um, you REALLY think anybody - even on Data Freaking Lounge - has personal memories of the Titanic? You'd have to be AT LEAST 112-115 years old . . .

Well, speaking as a110-year-old, I can tell you that sciatica is worse...

It was fun dressing up as women so we could get in the lifeboats and save our sorry asses.

R1, I just read that the creators of Friendly’s restaurants are still alive at 101 and 104 years old, so anything is possible.

I had a 105 year old hit me up on Grindr today.

I love the tomatoes in aspic and the array of crudités.

I miss the collapsible lifeboats. So high-tech!

Telling Captain "Kill any Man who tries to leave this Ship" Smith he was a pussy for going so slow may have been a mistake.

Pity Luise wasn’t on it. That would’ve have spared the public her crude imitation of an Oriental on film.

I had a particularly wild threeway with Mr. and Mrs. John Jacob Astor in their first class suite. JJ and I DP’ed Madeline and both came on her face. She was a hungry girl!

Well, the last thing I remember, the waterbed broke.

I miss the heater in my room. Trudy, go back and turn the heater on in my room so it won't be too cold when we get back.

Bless your heart, R1.

I expect Op works for CNN.

I miss the intimacy.

Rose! Rose!!

The Atlantic Ocean was an insatiable bottom.

[quote]She was a hungry girl!

Pregnancy will do that, r9.

The sky was so black that night...

I remember Molly Brown saying in the lifeboat that it was the most elegant version of "Nearer My God to Thee" that she'd ever heard until "that stupid fucking cellist slid down the deck."

Lucky you, r9. I got stuck with Ida and Isidore.

Isidore liked it up the ass, I heard.

Unfortunately, so did Ida.

I’m beat.

I miss the binoculars.

I thrilled to the waiters asking how one takes one's caviar.

Fabrizio made me melt. Almost.

That iceberg was YUGE!!!

The berg was so white that evening.

My father made his way to America from his native Germany on that voyage.

He was a great man. Much like me.

The descendants deserve reparations.

It was LITERAL VIOLENCE against trans-seawater!

I was there.

I singlehandedly saved 50 people

I can’t say for certain, and Mother told me never to talk about it, but I think the ship’s doctor touched me in my no-no spot.

DJT = Daniel J. Travanti?

Waiter, can I get some more ice in my drink? It's not gonna jump in there by itself, sonny! Oops, never mind.

The lips were so blue that day.

It was a very generous lover.

R36, you are killing me. I am dying.

R35, I mean Sorry, R36

I told Fleet we should stop fucking around and pay more attention. But did he listen? Nooooooooo!

Awww! And eat my ass, R12!

R1 is supposed to be cunty, not stupid.

I tell ya, I hear people really stuff themselves on those cruise ships. The buffet, that's the real ordeal, huh, Clarence?

The food was terrble. Terrible! When I saw cockie leekie on the menu I assumed it was going to be cock-a-leekie. But...but...it was something else [italic]entirely.[/italic]

"OF COURSE they hit an iceberg! Two men in the crow's nest on a ship that big...!"

The deck chairs were aesthetically unappealing, so I took charge of that.

It didn’t look any bigger than the Mauritania.

What a dinky little boat that was

Sorry CCL—HMS Titanic was TRANSPORTATION, not just a floating hotel.

The year the ship sank, Thomas Hardy wrote the poem "The Convergence of the Twain" to be read at a charity concert to raise funds in aid of the tragedy disaster fund:

In a solitude of the sea

Deep from human vanity,

And the Pride of Life that planned her, stilly couches she.

Steel chambers, late the pyres

Of her salamandrine fires,

Cold currents thrid, and turn to rhythmic tidal lyres.

Over the mirrors meant

To glass the opulent

The sea-worm crawls - grotesque, slimed, dumb, indifferent.

Jewels in joy designed

To ravish the sensuous mind

Lie lightless, all their sparkles bleared and black and blind.

Dim moon-eyed fishes near

Gaze at the gilded gear

And query: "What does this vaingloriousness down here?" . . .

Well: while was fashioning

This creature of cleaving wing,

The Immanent Will that stirs and urges everything

Prepared a sinister mate

For her - so gaily great -

A Shape of Ice, for the time far and dissociate.

And as the smart ship grew

In stature, grace, and hue,

In shadowy silent distance grew the Iceberg too.

Alien they seemed to be;

No mortal eye could see

The intimate welding of their later history,

Or sign that they were bent

By paths coincident

On being anon twin halves of one august event,

Till the Spinner of the Years

Said "Now!" And each one hears,

And consummation comes, and jars two hemispheres.

It was just magnificent!

By the way, I may be 117, but all the boys tell me I don't look a day over 40.

I enjoyed the voyage until the iceberg hit...and just prior, when I discovered my automobile, stored below, had been broken into and used as a trysting spot by some young scalawags. I can only hope that at least one of them perished in the icy brine.

I take EXTREME umbrage at the idea that I was ever anything but elegant, refined, and ladylike!

*PFFFFFFFFT*

If r1 don’t shut ‘is pie ‘ole, over the side he’s gonna go!

R20, you are needlessly cunty. The story of Ida choosing to die with Isadore rather than get on a lifeboat is one of the greatest stories of Titanic. Have you no shame?

Drowning? The reality was somewhat different

James Cameron should have cast Olivia deHavilland as Old Rose instead of that god-awful piece of wood, Gloria Stuart.

R19

You do know that she was never called Molly while she lived.

R47

Not for 1912 it wasn't cupcake !

In the water I was a very skinny lady.

When Rachel Gurney wanted to leave the series "Upstairs Downstairs," they wrote her departure into the story by putting Lady Marjorie on the Titanic.

I was shocked to the core - and devastated - when Richard dictated his message for a Marconi-gram[?] to be sent to Lady Marjorie Bellamy, traveling to New York aboard the Titanic. The episode ended there, with a slow zoom to the picture of her that Richard had on his desk.

Decades later, it's still a powerful scene.

Rachel left "Upstairs Downstairs" so she could show how nice she looked in a bikini. Nice ,but the smart actors rode it through to the end.

Unfortunately I left my fuzzy polyester socks in my stateroom.

When they said they hit a bad iceberg I thought they were talking about the past-its-prime wedge at the salad bar!

Algernon! Don't swim away from the lifeboat! It's just shrinkage; it isn't normally like this, I swear! The icy Atlantic does me no favors.