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Tomorrow is my fortieth birthday. So, there's a pretty big reminder.
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Myspace!! Honestly if they didn't try to mess it up by making it a music site now and left it as it was I would probably still use it for nostalgia's sake. Hell I remember the AOL chatroom back in the late 90s when I was first getting on the net when we used to drop our ASLs and stuff. Honestly it's kind of crazy to think of twelve/thirteen year old me just engaging in conversations with randoms without my parents being aware of what I was doing, but this was a few years before To Catch a Predator so the potential dangers of what could happen if you let your child run wild on the Internet weren't well known yet to the general public yet.
Happy Birthday. I turn 39 this summer, I'm not looking forward to slowly counting down the months and days, knowing what's about to come.Tomorrow is my fortieth birthday. So, there's a pretty big reminder.
It all went downhill after Lego's campaign with McDonalds included a Bionicle Matoron set in the happy meals ended.I miss fast food places being decorated for kids. When I was a kid you sat on a brightly coloured plastic bench with Ronald McDonald, kids today sit on a grey seat at a white table surrounded by grey walls and eat with fucking bamboo cutlery. It's such a sadness.
DON'T DO ITTomorrow is my fortieth birthday. So, there's a pretty big reminder.
Happy birthday man. I’ll be 40 with you in a few months. We can check out retirement homes and price match Laz-E-Boy recliners thenTomorrow is my fortieth birthday. So, there's a pretty big reminder.
Hopefully I don't get too fixated on 9/11 -- and yet I recall it as if it were like maybe about a week ago.I think the biggest issue with the anniversaries of any sort of shooting or disaster is the tendency to get too fixated on what happened long after the fact.
"You know, for quite a while now, every time I pass the cemetery, I've felt as if I were apartment hunting."-Prof. Wutheridge, The Bishop's Wife (1947)We can check out retirement homes and price match Laz-E-Boy recliners then
Oh for sure, prices have been crazy since we were kids, fast food cost me over $10 a meal now, back in my day that have gotten me a decent dinner at a sit down place at those prices. Also Dollar Stores, there now $1.25 stores it seems.
Infants. You're all damn infants.Tomorrow is my fortieth birthday. So, there's a pretty big reminder.
I don't think I've deliberately carried bills on my person for a few years now. Coins either exist as rare artefact parking change in my glove box, or sit in a wooden box in my study for a year, before I eventually exchange them in one of those Coinstar machines."You know, for quite a while now, every time I pass the cemetery, I've felt as if I were apartment hunting."-Prof. Wutheridge, The Bishop's Wife (1947)
Oh for sure, prices have been crazy since we were kids, fast food cost me over $10 a meal now, back in my day that have gotten me a decent dinner at a sit down place at those prices. Also Dollar Stores, there now $1.25 stores it seems.
Speaking of money, does anybody still carry it? I was getting lunch for the office and there was this young guy, fresh out of college, and he's telling me he will 'cashapp' me the money if I buy a meal for him. I'm looking at him like, "Do I look like I know how to use that?" In my day we all carried cash around and would give it out to people when we needed to pay them for small things, I still do. I guess that's just an old person thing now.
And how many of those guys "trooned out" in Current Year?I wonder how many of the girls I thought I was talking to were actually pervy men.
Nope. Not retro. Nope.The PS2 is now retro.
The problem I encounter now is that I have been to a few venues which refused to accept cash, requiring me to fish out my credit card. I'm afraid that in a few years time this trend of stores not taking cash will continue and I, being the boomer resistant to change that I am, will be forced kicking and screaming into the modern era.I don't think I've deliberately carried bills on my person for a few years now. Coins either exist as rare artefact parking change in my glove box, or sit in a wooden box in my study for a year, before I eventually exchange them in one of those Coinstar machines.
I'll have the occasional small bill that just seems to stay in my wallet for a few weeks until I remember to spend it.
Mid thirties here.
same except I was 75Oh man, I spent hours in the AOL Kids Only chatrooms back in the late 90s. I wonder how many of the girls I thought I was talking to were actually pervy men.
The PS3 can be emulated on a PC.The PS2 is now retro. What the fuck.
Thirsty chatroom pervs were such a problem that they would try to hit on everyone from teens to older women and anyone in between.I wonder how many of the girls I thought I was talking to were actually pervy men.
I also remember 9/11 and what I was doing that day as if it happened recently. I don't think that qualifies as being fixated. Those people who haven't moved on from the actual day to the point it's negatively impacted their present day living are the people I had in mind.Hopefully I don't get too fixated on 9/11 -- and yet I recall it as if it were like maybe about a week ago.
Looking back, those attacks seemed like a demonic ritual that summoned Clown World from the depths of hell.
I still carry it for buying items that don't cost that much relatively speaking. For some of the places that are trying to go cashless ever since COVID, I've also had the rare occasion where I've encountered places that accept cash only for fees around $10 or less.Speaking of money, does anybody still carry it?
tbf I was amazingly grim through my... I was pretty dark even by like, ten. I was big into standup, world news, and conspiracies.Had two young guys approach me in the gym tonight when I was doing clean and jerks. They looked older than I'd anticipated. Turns out they were both 15 years old. I left high-school before either of these fuckers had even been born.
Both smoked and/or vaped, both looked and seemed thoroughly dejected with life, women, academia, whatever. They seemed way, way more ran down than I was at a comparable age.
I felt bad for them. I hope that was an isolated case.
I find a lot of day-to-day "yo do you need me to get any groceries on the way home" type shit works better in textIt seems the younger generations preferred online messengers (until they mostly shut down) and text-based real-time communication over any sort of conversation.
I used to run on serious old /b/, like, I dropped off /b/ a little while after the 2006 or so, but I'd occasionally dip into various /b/ and adjacents up to /baph/Just recently found out what "the sharty" is. I am now officially washed up.