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On being 40 in the year 2000 (a tirade of sorts) Yes I like the Beatles. I like Douglas Coupland. When I was in university there were no bank machines. I used a manual typewriter and white-out to write and re-write essays. I like "That 70's Show." I was 17 in 1977. Ralph Benmurgui once said to me that he couldn't trust anyone born after 1959. The social number-crunchers say I'm a baby boomer. I was 9 when the first Woodstock happened. I graduated into the recession of the early 1980's. I had 2 degrees and my first job was in the mailroom. I never listened to disco. I saw Elvis Costello in 1979. I saw U2 in 1980. I saw R.E.M. in 1983. All of my colleagues at work are way younger than I am. I play video games. A lot. I read the poems of John Keats, Dylan Thomas and others before bedtime. I remember watching hockey when there wasn't any advertising on the boards or on the ice. I still use my turnatable. I have a cell phone. Nobody knows the number. I haven't read the funny pages since Bloom County, The Far Side and Calvin and Hobbes called it a day. But I often read and re-read my Doonesbury anthologies. My friends and peers who are 40-ish don't get me. The Matrix and South Park Uncut are the best movies of the past decade. The internet is stupid. Wireless technology sucks. I have a Palm Pilot. I am alone. The Grinch Who Stole Christmas is a seasonal television special. I remember when mullets were invented. Please make them go away. I hate rap music. I give to charities. A lot. In the past year, single malt whiskies from Islay have gone up in price by about $20. I got my first 45 (the Beatles... see above) when I was 4. Wednesday is the best day on the internet because The Onion is fresh that day and Suck has a new edition of "Filler." Or is it just me?
I know that this is vitriol. No solution, spleen-venting.
From November 16, 2000:
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