One Hundred Words or Less.
I was talking to one of my friends today and for some reason I used the phrase "whatever happened to that?" Its the kind of thing I expect to hear from my grandfather. Like "whatever happened to those old fashion record players?"
And then it hit me. We are dinosaurs in our own time. Society has just gotten ahead of itself. One of these days you are going to be walking down the street and go up to an atm and then BAM rectal thermometer up the ass. You Won't even know what happened.
I was talking to one of my friends today and for some reason I used the phrase "whatever happened to that?" Its the kind of thing I expect to hear from my grandfather. Like "whatever happened to those old fashion record players?"
And then it hit me. We are dinosaurs in our own time. Society has just gotten ahead of itself. One of these days you are going to be walking down the street and go up to an atm and then BAM rectal thermometer up the ass. You Won't even know what happened.
posted by jim at 9/07/2005 08:08:00 PM
6 Comments:
The fashionistas are there, reviving the ideas of the past and putting a modern spin on them. Just when you can afford to catch up to them, they've moved on. It's like a crippled lion hunting a pack of gazelle.
Ah. but moving forward is not always progress. Better to be a dinosaur keeping it real than a "modern man" who listens to horrible music by skanky artists, who sues at the drop of a hat instead of taking responsibility, who speaks with political correctness instead of having the balls to say what he means. I'll take being a dinosaur over that any day.
Let me ask you this.
Is it ok for me to be nostalgic over the nineties?
Because I've been looking a pictures of Alf and Urkel and listening to Right Said Fred all day.
Yes, I am definately too sexy for my shirt.
Randomly activated rectal thermometors are old news.
Get with the times man.
I wish old machinery would come back. The antiquation is so comfortable.
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