The other day on the radio, the alternative station played "No Sleep 'Till Brooklyn" by the Beastie Boys and I remember thinking about how "Licensed to Ill" came out in 1986. I couldn't believe that album is now TWENTY years old. Two decades ago! Seems like just yesterday me and my friends wore our Beasties T-shirts and stole VW emblems off cars to wear on chains to look like them (yeah we were idiots).
I also have a relative that was born when I was in high school start her freshman year in college.
Ever have a "Wow, I'm old!" moment?
"I'm gonna drop a deuce on everybody" -"The Office"'s Michael Scott, on "Casino Night"
I always have one when I think how old people were to me when I was in school, like the fact that the guys I work with are 26, so when I was a senior in high school they were in the fourth grade. My buddy has a wife that we met when she was 18, and we were talking about how various situations relative to the day after Christmas blizzard in '99 and she said "Oh, I remember that because we didn't have school for a week." O-L-D.
*insert easy cheapshot at pieman HERE*
"You know what you need? Some new quotes in your sig. Yeah, I said it." -- DJFrostyFreeze
Listening to speeches of introduction in which most of the freshmen in my class revealed they were born after I graduated from high school really drove the point home for me. It got even worse when I was listening to a political discussion between 2 of my students and I was called upon to confirm that there was a difference between George H.W. Bush and George W. Bush because neither of them remembered the elder Bush's time as President.
Vocatus atque non vocatus, Deus aderit. -- Erasmus
All others things being equal, the simplest solution is usually stupidity. -- Darwin Minor
A while back at work I was talking about Nirvana's Nevermind album with a coworker. Another coworker overheard and told us that Nevermind was the first CD he'd ever bought. Back when he was in second grade.
I don't normally feel old, but I was at the park not too long ago where two kids were having a catch. The ball got by one of the kids, and rolled right to me. I threw it back, and the closest kid said, "Thanks mister!"
That, ear and back hair, and my son's shoe size getting closer to mine every day...
Lord loves a workin' man. Don't trust whitey. See a doctor and get rid of it.
Nah, it's the culture thing, I guess. Knowing that the (mostly) young men I teach were born after I was married. Knowing that I have to hit the page down key three times to find my birth year on most places where that appears.
Oh yeah. Did I mention aches and pains. Them too.
We'll be back right after order has been restored here in the Omni Center.