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You know you're getting old when you've seen the same stupid fads come around four or five times.
Quite honestly, this bunch seem a little 'special' if you ask me, or at least terminally lazy. Most kids, even nowadays, would pick up the words 'eject' and 'play' as clues.
Another thing was that one kid commenting to the effect that rotary telephones are a technology of only ten years ago. My goodness! The WE 500 was developed in 1949! That's a tad more than ten years, or perhaps my arithmetic is behind the times . . .
You know you're getting old when you get excited that someone carded you to buy alcohol or cigarettes.
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There was a scene in Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull in which Indy is lamenting the loss of both his father and his friend/fellow archaeologist, and the Dean of the college responds to this by saying, "We seem to have reached the age where life stops giving us things and starts taking them away." You know you're getting old when you realize this applies to you.
Don't get me started on Senior Discounts.
Telegram code and "textspeak" are essentially the same thing, born out of the same necessity...to save characters when transmitting the message. In fact, you'll find the same words used in both such as the "MSG" and "PLS" you mention above.
On a related side note...one of the characteristics of both is the elimination of the vowels in the written form, making them a sort of abjad derivation, where the vowel is implied but not written, similar to some written languages, particularly in the Middle East.
While I do send text messages from time to time, I only do so in proper english. I refuse to stoop to text shorthand of any kind.
You know you're getting old when all the music groups you think of as "new bands" have been around for 20 years.
You know you're getting old when you've seen the same stupid fads come around four or five times.
Fairly normal, that, though. Kids that age don't have the perception of time we do - when you're less than ten years old, a decade seems like an abnormally long period of time. I remember when I was nine writing an essay in class - we had to make up our own stroy about sailing ships / pirates/ that kind of stuff. I set mine in 1957.... Kids that age just don't view time the way we do.
You must have the classic RCA model of 1861.. They don't make 'em like that anymore.I once had a cable-TV installer gaze with amazement at my TV set -- made in 1954 -- and comment that it must go back to "Civil War times." And I didn't get the sense that he was joking.
Nahhh. You know as well as I do that "hippies" and "wash" rarely coincide.Hippies don't get old. They just wash away.
I concur. I think it was a wise decision, and I thought it played particularly well during the quieter moments when Indy was "mentoring" Mutt....I loved how they played to his age rather than trying to pretend he was still thirty. The whoel sequence in the warehouse near the beginning is especially good for that - "we've had worse odds" / "We were younger".... "I thuoght that was closer", et al...
Wait, is that one of those hand crank TV's?I once had a cable-TV installer gaze with amazement at my TV set -- made in 1954 -- and comment that it must go back to "Civil War times." And I didn't get the sense that he was joking.
As far as rotary phones go, around here there were plenty of them in use ten years ago -- and if you talk to most anybody around here today you'll find that most of them know somebody, usually an elderly relative, who still has and uses one. There are areas here there that didn't get dial service at all until the sixties or early seventies, so the technology isn't considered all that ancient.
I've made sure that all the young people of my acquaintance know how to use a dial phone. If they take nothing else out of knowing me, they'll have that.
I once had a cable-TV installer gaze with amazement at my TV set -- made in 1954 -- and comment that it must go back to "Civil War times." And I didn't get the sense that he was joking.
As far as rotary phones go, around here there were plenty of them in use ten years ago -- and if you talk to most anybody around here today you'll find that most of them know somebody, usually an elderly relative, who still has and uses one. There are areas here there that didn't get dial service at all until the sixties or early seventies, so the technology isn't considered all that ancient.
I've made sure that all the young people of my acquaintance know how to use a dial phone. If they take nothing else out of knowing me, they'll have that.
I concur. I think it was a wise decision, and I thought it played particularly well during the quieter moments when Indy was "mentoring" Mutt.
Several years ago I read an interview with Clint Eastwood in which the interviewer asked him about writing and accepting roles that were (for him) "age appropriate", and his response was something to the effect of, "Have you ever seen a high school production with a teenager trying to act like an older person? It's just as stupid the other way around."
As for fads coming around 4-5 times, I can't wait for the bean bags, bell bottoms, and polyester shirts to come back in style. This time I'm old enough to enjoy them.
Nahhh. You know as well as I do that "hippies" and "wash" rarely coincide.
I concur. I think it was a wise decision, and I thought it played particularly well during the quieter moments when Indy was "mentoring" Mutt.
Several years ago I read an interview with Clint Eastwood in which the interviewer asked him about writing and accepting roles that were (for him) "age appropriate", and his response was something to the effect of, "Have you ever seen a high school production with a teenager trying to act like an older person? It's just as stupid the other way around."
I meant that I wash them way with the garden hose.
You know that you are getting old when you enter a public building, lift/elevator, gym or shopping mall, you don't hear piped muzak, and you think you've gone deaf.
Why do we have to not only suffer that infernal muzak, but it always seems to be that type of repetitive four note cr*p, over and over and over.
Yesterday we were the last to leave the gym. The place had gone blissfully quiet. I said to the trainer: "Have I gone deaf or have you switched that so called music off?" She laughed and said that if she had her way she would play Sinatra, she loves the crooners. (She's about 24.)
:rofl:You know you're getting old when...uhhh...what were we talking about?
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Have you ever thought of going into showbiz? You would be perfect to play one of these guys. I'll join you as the other.
Statler & Waldorf.