Me sitting here still working a day job with my ancient, born-in-1970, worn-out self. Sounds like I should be retired already, if not dead.

Legend has it, that a ghost roams this cubicle. Sometimes, when the inbox is full, you can here him moan about missing paperclips.

Born in '92, wife born in '93. We own our home and work day jobs. The pay is fine. I mean, we own our house so I guess we’re doing better than a lot of others our age.

If I buy a thing, I go out of my way to buy something repairable. I’m not swapping board components, mind you, but I can swap a laptop battery, change my engine oil, replace a home thermostat, you get it. Plumbing, I refuse to do. I’ll do minor electrical work, but plumbing is a whole animal. It’s not a science. It’s wizardry. But small maintenance items I do all day. Last weekend, I cleaned my gutters and trimmed some small trees branches away from my house. That was probably $500 worth of work I did in an hour.

I just want to play my video games, eat good food, wrench on my aging car, and also be in bed by 9.

I do spin up a CD sometimes for the fun of it.

I won’t call us old yet, but I feel age creeping up on me. My heels hurt all the time and my knees don’t take going down stairs as well as they once did. Getting fat didn’t help, but I am down 25 pounds since early November. Got that going for me. And I did climb the stairs down the Space Needle at nearly 300 pounds. I’ve still got a little fight left in me.

But man, I’m not looking forward to 40.

Before you get all excited, I’m already taken. Some young thing already got me hitched (she was born in 1971).

Ugghh, you could at least be available for rent.

How old is a person who considers a 25-year-old “old”? 16?

This is a message my friend received from her 33 year old brother:

We can’t afford nursing homes anymore. We’re going back to wandering into the woods to be eaten by coyotes to conserve resources for our loved ones.

I’ve been in “I’m tired boss” territory since November. I wanna be sedated until this is over.

We need archaeologists according to OP.

This week, last week, probably next week too. Let’s slow down. No need to get too carried away.

Do people not put spaces between each set of numbers?

“123… 456… 7890”

Catched this piece of exchange white commuting:

You don’t have to Sir me lol

But, you smell like old people

My wife was born in 1993, her father was born in 1947, and his father was born in 1902.

My great-grandmother died last year at 100 years old. She was born in 1923. So when my great grandmother was born, my father in law’s dad was 21. My four generations back is less time than my wife’s two. My father in law retired from trucking before my wife graduated high school.

My father in law is still kicking. He turns 78 next month. We give him hell a lot for his age. I’ll ask him what it was like to see the creation of the world or if dinosaurs were cool.

Growing up in the 90’s, I was led to believe the 50’s were black and white.

Is this true?

(edit I’m still part of the “ancestors” the post mentions though)

Oh, Goddamnit. I’m gonna upvote you, but I want you to know that I’m not happy about it.

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And just because I can’t resist being the “well, ackshully” guy, I think the little blinking line/box in a text editor is considered a cursor, so you’d have to remember punch cards to be a true precursor (or at the very least, the era before keyboards, but I’m sure someone can correct me there)

Whatcha got cooking?

Is that an offer?