Thread for Old Farts Only

aka the Wisdom Thread… no one who has not owned a Walkman … oh alright, a Discman (but not one of those cheap dollar store knock offs) … allowed.

Bladder Control: Why?

I owned a Walkman and I’m only 26!

It took me until about 1998 (I was 14 years old) to finally accept that CD’s were going to replace Compact Cassettes, I think much of that had to do with calling Compact Cassettes, “Cassette Tapes,” or, “Tapes,” instead of CC’s, which would have been catchier. It seemed to work for CD’s.

I still refuse to accept MP3’s or any of that bullshit, so I’m going to continue to buy (even though I rarely do) CD’s until they are discontinued. I can’t really say that I never buy CD’s, I just never buy new ones. I usually will walk out of any yard sale or flea market with five or so CD’s, never more than two dollars apiece. $20.00 for about twelve songs is fucking ridiculous and I’m not paying it, you could go out to dinner for the price of two CD’s, and leave a decent tip depending on where you go!

Anyway, can I be in this thread since I owned a Walkman? We could make this thread exclusively for people who have attained the age of 25 or older, or something…

Ok, you’re a cheap bastard and you don’t accept change. Consider yourself a Junior Old Fart, Pav. Any thoughts on Depends? For myself, I’m on the cusp of becoming aware of the magic of FloMax. The pipes, the pipes aren’t blowin’…

I love it!

I’m afraid I’ve never had any trouble pissing (or not pissing) so I’m not much help in that regard.

I actually have diarrhea-predominant Irritable Bowel Syndrome, I had my Doctor sign something that I carry in my wallet that says I can go to the bathroom anytime I want (Just in case). It actually came in handy once because I was at a gas station that does not have a public restroom (It would have been about five miles to the next nearest thing that was open) and I had to go the bathroom in a rather urgent way. Anyway, this bastard wouldn’t let me use their employee bathroom, so I broke out that card signed my doctor and told him that I would sue both him and the gas station owners if he forced me to shit myself. It worked.

Fortunately, the IBS has actually only forced me to shit myself one time. I was about ten miles from home and absolutely nothing was open, I pulled into a gas station thinking it was open but it closed at 11:00 and it was 11:05. Anyway, I finally made it home (I was maybe twenty at the time) and the floodgates opened about three steps from my bathroom! Waste of a good pair of jeans, that was.

Hmmm, I know I’m chronologically ancient, but as a pawnbroker, I’ve owned all that shit. I never kept any of it personally. Does that count? My kids looked at dad’s pawnshop as a candystore, and every piece of crap “new” electonic whiz bang was something they just had to have. I understand the ageing stuff. Shit just keeps falling off, doesn’t it? A semi-humorous anecdote: along in February, my heart went lazy on me. Congestive heart failure was the diagnosis. After six months of drugs, tests, and more drugs, the cardiologist said he had good news. The drugs had done their job and the heart was functioning normally. Obviously, the first thought was, Hey! I’m going to live! The second thought was, Well shit! Now I’ve gotta have a plan…

There isn’t a hell of a lot one can do about ageing other than trying to maintain a semi-healthy lifestyle. Growing old is part of the deal. But the first sumbich that tries to tell me I have to grow up is going to get my cane up along side their head! :wink:

EDIT: I tapped out a few things off the top of my head but in hindsight they weren’t anything special.

I recall as a sickly kid wondering if I would make it to twenty, as a twenty year old with an ability to do stupid things and middling health issues I figured I would be lucky to hit 30, as a 30 year old with a husband and son I wondered if I would make it to forty without out getting the death penalty, now I am midforties and I wonder if 50 is worth the hassle, If I make it to fifty, I plan to revert back to my teens. :banana-dance: :banana-dance: :banana-dance: :banana-dance:

Yeah, I told the wife I’m looking forward to my second childhood. Her response was, “No one will be able to tell the difference.”

You may want to get your eyes checked befor you go back to childhood repition is either a sign of senility or blindness… you choose :laughing: :laughing:

There is something screwy with ILP software. I NEVER had probs with double posts until the last update, and since then have had several. But you’re right. Senility could be part of the problem.

“Right now I’m having amnesia and deja vu at the same time.
I think I’ve forgotten this before.” - Steven Wright

I guess I qualify for this thread :unamused:

A healthy diet and muscle-building exercise is the key to youthfulness :wink:

Don’t forget sex!

I posted this in the Men-only thread. But I think it’s too ‘old’ for most of the ILP clientelle to empathise with.

I’m 42 btw. Does that count towards old fartism…?

I’m not far behind you in age Tab, though I’d say we border the young n reckless/old fart fence - I find myself saying “In my day” and “When I was young/your age” so I guess that definitely makes me qualify… somewhat. :neutral_face:

Tab,

I’m sure you’ve considered it, but just to confirm: I doubt that there has ever been a generation who didn’t think that dad had it easier and lived a simpler life. And mostly, they have been right. Problems continue to grow in complexity every generation, and the pace of living continues to grow at an ever faster rate. Is there an upper limit of which we are capable? Could it ever become less complex and move a little slower? I don’t know, but I do know that one day, Artun will write the same thing about dad…

:laughing: However, if each consequitive son thinks his father had it better, that means - If they’re right - the world is going down the plughole.

Each parent thinks their kid has it better and easier. which is right?

You know, it’s like, if you’ve never taken drugs and they’re starting to talk to you, you really gotta blast through it at least a couple of times or else you’ll just end up as some dumb schizophrenic.

I’m aimin’ for harmless old man… :character-oldtimer:

I’m aiming for fruity ole bird :laughing: