I have shamed myself. I'm gonna need a moist towelette.
These should be buttons in the little tool bar.
KIRK! Buttons!
I love these, but I'm not in love with these.
Heartbreaker.
I need the you are dead to me button.
Ha!
I think this should be our official unofficial Sunday thread. I forgot this existed until I did a search on Sunday.
What I got for Father's Day. It's quite sharp.
What I got for Father's Day. It's quite sharp.
You got a Star Trek pizza cutter?
That's what the man said.
It's also bigger and heavier than the picture implies. The cutting disc is almost the diameter of a CD. All y'all remember what a CD is, right?
Is that like a blu-ray?
Certificate of Deposit
Compact Disc. I am old.
Crypt of Decrepitude ... oh, wait, I started this. Sorry.
"Compact Disc. I am old."
Um. But those are still a thing, right? Because my car has a CD player and everything. Someone please validate to me that I am not old.
Sorry, we don't validate here. You might try the coffee shop on the corner.
There is no such thing as paid parking where I live. So you're lucky I watch TV or else I wouldn't get that.
Um. But those are still a thing, right? Because my car has a CD player and everything. Someone please validate to me that I am not old.
Please tell me that you have an iTunes account. That will validate your youthful tech savvy-ness. I have one, but I forgot the password just as soon as I gave away my iPhone. What does that make me? I think I like to believe that I'm part of the resistance. I'm determined to lead a more simpler life. Here I am, frantically making sure that I'm on here everyday even when it hurts to be on here. (My eyes...gotta get more rest for my eyes. Yar!)
Actually, people still buy CDs to support artists. (I know I do.) But the latter half of Generation Y doesn't like to buy stuff. Most kids these days look for free options.
"iTunes account"
... I do not.
When I was a kid, I used to listen to my Sony Walkman 8-track player walking to school in the snow uphill both ways.
Freshman year of high school I wanted a discman to take with me on weekend band trips (yes, I was in the marching band - us anyone surprised?). My grandmother said I had to buy it myself. So I quit eating lunch and saved all of my lunch money. The fucking thing cost $100. Now, they give them away in Happy Meals.
The first time I felt old was when I explained to my nephew what life was like before the internet. I think he assumed it had just always been around.
I remember having a similar conversation with my mother when I was his age were I thought she was lying about black and white televisions.
Chris, I remember not being addicted to the Internet. If I hadn't been in the dorms, I'd probably would have been even more clueless.
Saw Brave yesterday, and it was awesome. Going to see it again, maybe. It's Sunday! Torn between work or just sleeping in!
I'm going to take a nap. At noon thirty. That's how old I am.
Spent the day trying to do house work with my fiancee, and my newly torn ankle ligaments. It's surprisingly difficult vacuuming when you have to hop on one leg the entire time, or push the vacuum with your chest as your arms are occupied with crutches. Told myself I'd spend the afternoon writing... this counts, right? Right? Anybody?
