Leonard Helplessness
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- Nov 28, 2018
Not long ago, before the boomer holocaust that scared all the boomers (and everyone else) into the shadows, I donated blood. The blood drive had set up at a local nonprofit community center and was staying after hours, to allow visits from anybody who was just on the way home from work and wanted to be stabbed and bled out. Donating blood is a popular boomer pastime, and as such, the community center was full of boomers. I think I was the youngest person there other than the Red Cross hemophages.
The donation queue was long and the community center staff had all left for the day, so the boomers wanted to text and surf to pass the time. However, the cellular signal in the building was shit, so they sought to get on the wi-fi. Soon, the boomers were asking each other for the community center's wi-fi password, only to discover that nobody had the password at all.
A hero emerged: One particularly insightful boomer went rifling through the papers on the reception desk, trying various scribbled notes-to-self on her phone's wi-fi password screen until one of them worked. It did, and she proceeded to share the password with everybody.
And goddamnit boomer, that's our hard-earned hacking skillz you're appropriating.
Remember what they say: Once you hit 30, warranty's up.
The donation queue was long and the community center staff had all left for the day, so the boomers wanted to text and surf to pass the time. However, the cellular signal in the building was shit, so they sought to get on the wi-fi. Soon, the boomers were asking each other for the community center's wi-fi password, only to discover that nobody had the password at all.
A hero emerged: One particularly insightful boomer went rifling through the papers on the reception desk, trying various scribbled notes-to-self on her phone's wi-fi password screen until one of them worked. It did, and she proceeded to share the password with everybody.
And goddamnit boomer, that's our hard-earned hacking skillz you're appropriating.
I don't know about "old," but the other week my sibling pointed out that the PlayStation 2 turned 20. I'm only a few years older than the PS2 so I wouldn't say it made me feel old per se, but it was really odd to think that the video game console I grew up on is now considered old if that makes sense.
Remember what they say: Once you hit 30, warranty's up.