It Begins.

insomniac's picture

I've reached that dreaded milestone.

My mother bought me this awesome T-shirt, and everyone I know is too young to know what it is. I feel like a dinosaur. Or maybe a Gen-Xer.

DAMN KIDS! GET OFF THE FRONT LAWN!

What was your milestone?



Emma Goldman

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fongaboo's picture

It ends.

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mechno's picture

sweet shirt

Nah, anyone worth their salt should know what that is. It's not your fault if they don't have any culture.
Fuckin' kids these days.

evilman's picture

I don't know what that is...

But, to be fair, I do buy only the most premium fleur de sel sea salts.

koyaan's picture

HA!!!

Well if you really want to impress, you should keep a shaker of Hawaiian seat salt on your table to match your carafe of piping hot Rooibos.

Robots are everywhere, and they eat old people's medicine for fuel.

SheRa's picture

when a show that i grew up

when a show that i grew up with hit nick at nite.

insomniac's picture

oh man

ain't that the truth!

johnhdean's picture

depends...

i was with a woman of the evening and i lost my bowels. then she tried to charge me for the whole evening.

koyaan's picture

Long Live Flannel!!!

Finding out that grunge had actually died a dozen years ago, while simultaneously realizing that nu-metal and emo have had a longer life... regardless of how much they fucking suck.

It all came to a head when I heard pathetic Aaron Lewis on the radio, singing an 'unplugged' cover of "Black" from Pearl Jam. I became irate. Not just because he was 'trying to add his own flair to it' (which consisted of him precisely mimicking every exact Vedder nuance from the live "Dissident" CD single...) but because of the fact that I hadn't realized that an entire fucking decade had gone by. Two-and-a-half high school careers had come and gone between the original and the 'cover', and I didn't notice.

I was forced to come to the realization that a large number of people listening to Aaron Lewis' atrocity had no idea that not only was it a cover, but that he is nothing more than a glorified Karaoke poser. This guy is actually a rock star to some people.

Also, I was forced to come to the realization that in the decade that had come and gone... It had become WAY uncool to like Pearl Jam, and then cool all over again.

Then, while writing this post I realized how much even more time had passed since that Aaron Lewis track was on the radio. Then I realized that some people reading this might not even know who Aaron Lewis is (praise Jesus). To clarify, he was/is a whiny moron with an abnormally large big fat baby head. He wrote many different songs, all about the same failed high school relationship, for a band called StainD with a capital D. Oh wait, they dropped the capital D right after their half-a-hit about half-a-decade ago.

What was my point again?

Robots are everywhere, and they eat old people's medicine for fuel.

Mechangel's picture

Radio

My Solution: dont listen to the radio, or watch TV, Ever.

insomniac's picture

S.O.S.

I know what you mean. Infact, this past summer, a song called "S.O.S." appeared on top 40 radio. It was TAINTED LOVE but with different lyrics.

Hear for yourself in this crappy fan video.

Anyway, my 17 year old brother had no idea that this was an 80s classic. I nearly threw myself out the window.

SheRa's picture

OMG yeah i heard that and

OMG yeah i heard that and thought, "wow. i guess all you need to do to have a 'hit' is to take someone else's 'hit' and switch it around a little".

pathetic.

koyaan's picture

P. Ditty

Wait, did you sleep through the 90's?

Robots are everywhere, and they eat old people's medicine for fuel.

SheRa's picture

"which consisted of him

"which consisted of him precisely mimicking every exact Vedder nuance from the live "Dissident" CD single..."

my favorite part was that it also consisted of him making up lyrics because he's a moron and didn't even bother to make sure that he knew what he was supposed to be singing.

fongaboo's picture

They're not more hip..

It was about two or three years ago.. VH1 was at its height with shows like I Love the 80's and Best Week Ever..

I still had the image of VH1 as the easy-listening MTV that baby boomers tuned into for their fix of Sting or Phil Collins. But tuning into their new wave of programming made me say to myself 'Wow, VH1 has gotten pretty hip!'

But then I thought.. 'Wait a minute.. They're not more hip.. I'm just the new Adult Contemporary!!!!'



A close second was.. I heard 'The Greatest Love of All' by Whitney Houston for the umpteenth time in my life, but that time realized 'Hey.. this song isn't about me anymore..'