Have you lost a sense of humor/irony/wit?

We're all mutts. That's not a bad thing. Just the way it is. Imagine if we could all accept that. Goal: "Plays well with others."

Guilty as charged. Just got into the late-night flow of the thread. Ran out of Cheerios and Jell-O. Would give an "open apology" for taking over so much space, but it wouldn't be sincere because the word-vent felt good after the barrage of battles this article provoked. However, I take your point and I do try to be polite about space usage when posts are truly in active mode. Have a good one...

If you, Klytus, are talking the movie in which "a mercenary is killed, but comes back from Hell as a reluctant soldier of the Devil"...then that is one Hell of a way to send a woman off to her REM state.

If you're talking fish spawning or something, well, ok.

If you're talking next generations in general, cool, may they thrive and prosper all to the good for all of the good. Along with those of us still alive and kickin'.

Yawn. Sleepytime. The last "if" is the one I'm choosing for dream-time after novel-finishing-time (just 33 pages to go).

I don't care what any cynical person of any age or political persuasion says--I will NOT be deterred from a few days of being very happy about the '08 election.

What is the mourning period for dealing with Republican relatives with whom I was forced to declare a political cease-fire the past month or so?

Wondering, too, what some of them will do with their tax cuts? Refuse? Those who get hiked (yikes! among them is my main client!) will be surly.

Meanwhile, my dear friend in CO--and her 9-year-old daughter--rallied hard for two school bond initiatives in their district. Passed! My brother happens to live in the same area. He won't be happy (love my bro, but heeheeheeheehee).

Ok, get ya get ya AHEM on Cylindrical Thinking

(even if zee me doesn't always want to see)

But Ford SUV?

No, Baby.

Ford Mustang, that be for me.

('65 convertible...pristine...oh, Lord, won't you buy me...?)

The sooner we accept that, the better.

you hit my achilles heel

now I gotta go back to blaming my mom

for all me woes

cuz she always said:

"you think too much"

You so funky.

Was it Dr. John that sang "Play That Funky Music, White Boy?" Still makes me laugh.

Appreciated your posts-----truly!

"Frankly, a lot of this thread sounds like a big food fight in the Salon commissary, with Boomers, Gen-xers, and Y's, sitting in highchairs, hurling soggy Cheerios around the room and splashing the bottom of their spoons into the milk in their bowls, splattering it around the room."

I wouldn't argue with that. Great description.

"Why not get off your duffs and send some "Freedom Riders" down to Georgia to help defeat Saxby Chambliss in the Senate run-off election?" .......ETC.

Points well taken. Causes certainly worthy. But maybe you could consider that many people posting on this site have done and are continuing to do whatever they can to help, which takes many forms and a commitment.

Still, on occasion, tossing some cyber Jell-O (while also maybe trying to make a point?) isn't necessarily a bad thing. Regression (within limits) can be a tonic for the soul. Or at least a way to rejuvenate before the A.M. begins. Cuz, yeah, we got work to do if we want things to work.

you barely an Xer

me barely a Boomer

(a mutt or a hybrid? hmmmm)

again you say what I didn't precisely say:

it's the experience, dudes and dudettes!

that [life] comes at every any age

in myriad forms and forums

and judgment should be applied, uh, where? and why?

I listen to all sounds.

That's basically my point.

NOT listening is a sore that can't heal.

Date 'o birth isn't the issue.

"We had it THIS bad, but we had it THIS bad, neehder neehder neehder..."

Sounds don't have to be pleasant. But listening is essential.

Let's just call it...gateway.

vegetarian hot & sour soup today, way yum

discussions galore with boomer buddies

(via that phone thingiemibob, and The Internets,

but one visiting actually here!...hoorah!)

who (hallelujah

and please insert Egyptian equivalent ________)

resemble nothing of the crap expressed in this article.

I tried to get the "get it" but I don't get it.

Divisiveness don't get nobody nowhere.

p.s. would like, though, to thank many posters who made me REALLY THINK THROUGH this strange territory...many serious folks, words heeded, but my much later hesitant posts are serious, too, if perhaps not laudatory nor persuasive. anyway, don't need the disingenuous apology, don't understand why so many parents were apologizing, didn't know GXers were so pissed, and whining at any age aggravates my gut.

"...same last name in reality/family name as one of the candidates, you'd have to guess for yourself just which one it was."

Do tell!!! I may be disillusioned, but I'm willing to deal with that. Wouldn't be the first time ;)

oooops! bad on me! spelled ya wrong.......geh

boy

you're bad

(bet neither we bidding e-bay for todd silky shorts)

humbled as only an earnest, self-important stereotype can be

(says the nasty-ass bad-ass boomer)

The only answer for me is to...

listen to more Grateful Dead.

You punk?

Me more new wave (yet wavy gravy too

without ICK supposed stench).

Me/we both (maybe) funk?

Then there be Dylan. Not Thomas (though mucho cool).

The Bobster, The Bobmeister. (SNL pervasiveness...SCREAM!)

"The time's they are a' changin'..."

Hope so. Just don't blame the lyric=meister

for forecasting a trend.

After all, do we blame the weatherman when wrong?

"Reagan didn't dye his hair. He bleached his face."