Shit that reminds you that you’re getting old - Re: Fwd: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Fwd: Damn young’uns

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In 1996, Master of Orion 2 (space civilization vidya) was released, and then there is a semi-remake released in 2016. 2016 is 20 years after 1996... and almost 10 years ago.

Every guy I know under 30 has been watching hardcore porn since before they were 10
As a little kid before "social media" and "smartphones", I did not know what sex even was until I was around 10, and even then it was only the very basic idea for some time.
 
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I've taken over the internet and mobile phone accounts of my parents. My parents are smart people; my father in particular is an incredibly talented individual and there's pretty much nothing that he couldn't master given time and materials... or at least there used to be. Not anymore. The use of the internet, basic computers and smart phones slip further from my parents' grasp every single day. After endless complaints and dramas with their devices and service providers, I've finally stepped in and taken over and moved their services to my account. My provider was awesome, like this sort of request happens everyday... and it probably does. Every second day or so I get a call from my father complaining that his or my mother's phone isn't working, and I have to bite my tongue to stop from saying, "Are you sure about that? Because I can hear you perfectly." And whatever the problem is, it's usually easy to fix with a little light internet search, but it's still somehow out of grasp for my brilliant, talented father who's never met a motor large or small, simple or specialised, that he couldn't easily make his bitch.

Everything else feels like it's falling apart for them. Myself, sibling and stepsiblings are constantly going back and forward trying to keep the house, garden and parents themselves in repair. Sibling has started building a granny flat for them at his house because the days of them living independently- even with ourselves and various community support services- are swiftly coming to an end. Every time I see my parents, one or both of them tells me that they've lost another friend to mortality.

Fuck this growing old shit. If I make it to my sixtieth birthday, I'm finding the nearest cliff and doing a flip.
 
Yesterday in Morrissons, there was a youngish mother wandering around with what I assume were her kid and a couple of his friends. Kid was asking her when she was born, then immediately answered himself by saying in the 90s, right? Her response was 1996. Kid immediately comes back with "You know pacman, right? That was new when you were born."

I simultaneously dried out like that scene from Indiana Jones and almost died laughing. A weirdly depressing, yet uplifting moment.

separately, I was listening to some music. Wife asks me where it's from, because she vaguely recognises it, and I say it was something we listened to the last time we were in France the other year... which I then remembered was actually fifteen years ago.
 
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