Friday, February 17, 2006

To the kids...from the 30 somethings

Okay, this is actually a forward I got from a friend, but it's so true that I just have to put it down here. Also, mostly because I agree with everything that is said in the message.

When I was a kid, adults used to bore me to tears with their tedious diatribes about how hard things were when they were growing up; what with walking 25 miles to school every morning...uphill both ways...through year-round snow storms...yadda, yadda, yadda. And I remember promising myself that when I grew up, there was no way in Hell I was going to lay a bunch of crap like that on kids about how hard I had it and how easy they've got it.

But now that I'm ver the ripe age of thirty (or at least very close to it), I can't help but look around and notice the youth of today.

You've got it so easy! I mean, compared to my childhood, you live in a damn utopia. And I hate to say it but you kids today don't know how good you've got it!

I mean, when I was a kid, we didn't have the Internet. If we wanted to know something, we had to go to the library and look it up ourselves, in the card catalogue!!

There was no email. We had to actually write somebody a letter...with a pen and paper! Then you had to walk all the way acroos the street and put it in the mailbox and it would take a week to get there.

There were no MP3s or Napster/Limewire. If you wanted to steal music, you had to hitchhike to the damn record store and shoplift it yourself! Or you had to wait around all day to tape it off the radio and the DJ'd usually talk over the beginning and fuck it all up!

And talk about hardship? You couldn't just download porn. You had to steal it from your older brother or bribe some homeless guy to buy you a copy of "Hustler" at the corner store! Those were your options.

We didn't have fancy crap like Call Waiting. If you were on the phone and somebody called, they got the busy signal. That's it! And we didn't have fancy caller ID boxes either. When the phone rang, you had no idea who it was. It could be your school, your mom, your boss, your bookie, your drug dealer, a collection agent, you just didn't know. You had to pick up the phone and take your chance!

We didn't have fancy Sony Playstations or Microsoft XBox video games with high-resolution 3-D graphics. We had the Atari 2600. With games like "Space Invaders" and "Asteroids" and the graphics sucked ass! Your guy was a little triangle. You actually had to use your imagination! And there were no multiple levels or screens, it was just one screen forever! And you could never win. The game just got harder and harder and faster and faster until you died...just like life!

When we went to the movie theater, there was no such thing as stadium seating. All the seats were the same height. If a tall guy or some old broad with a hat sat in front of you and you couldn't see, you were screwed.

Sure, we had cable television, but back then that was only 15 channels, and there was no onscreen menu and no remote control. You had to use a little book called the TV Guide to find out what was on. You were screwed when it came to channel surfing. you had to get off your ass and walk over to the TV to change the channel. And there was no Cartoon Network either. You could only get cartoons on Saturday morning. Do you hear me? We had to wait ALL week for cartoons!

And we didn't have microwaves. If we wanted to heat something up, we had to use the stove, imagine that! If we wanted popcorn, we had to use that stupid Jiffy-pop thing and shake it over the stove forever like an idiot.

You kids today have got it too easy. You're spoiled. You guys wouldn't have lasted five minutes back in 1980!

Thursday, February 09, 2006

Joke of the week

It was either this or an actual update. So I picked this.

The actual update is forthcoming. :-)


Little David was in his 5th grade class when the teacher asked the children what their fathers did for a living. All the typical answers came up, doctor, fireman, policeman, salesman, etc. David was being uncharacteristically quiet and so the teacher asked him about his father.

"My father's an exotic dancer in a gay bar and takes off his clothes in front of other men. Sometimes, if the offer's really good, he'll go out to the alley with some guy and have sex with him for money."

The teacher, obviously shaken by this statement, hurriedly set the other children to work on some coloring, and took little David aside to ask him, "Is that really true about your father?"

"No," said David, "but I was too embarrassed to tell the truth in front of the other kids. My dad plays for the Toronto Maple Leafs."