#old man stuff

[webheadunderthebridge]

Thinking of shaving honestly, I tend to grow alot of hair on my body. I think it's a mutation thing, a spider mutation thing? Probably.

I really need to shave my legs and arm hair, and the hair that slowly leads down.. there.

But I know damn well I'm too broke to buy myself a new razor and some shaving cream.

[ash-greytree]

Legitimately thinking of getting a Rolodex and using it to store all my passwords physically.

[anexperimentallife]

Rob’s continuing thoughts about his own identity (or identities), which he enjoys titling in the third person

You all know I’m disabled, but most of you also know that I LOOK able-bodied most of the time--unless I’m having a “claw day” where my right hand and arm try to curl up like a T-Rex arm (and even then I can usually force it to look mostly normal to most casual observers), or on those days when I have to use my cane.

So like, considering all that, even though I feel like I’ve kept true to my punk/rock roots (sure, I look more like a lumberjack than a Sex Pistols fan these days now that my hair is no longer green and I’ve removed all my facial piercings, but so did the Replacements), I don’t feel like I should use the terms “cripple punk” or “cpunk” to refer to myself. Like, I feel like I’d be diluting the terms, you know? Almost (not quite, but ALMOST) like if a non-disabled person were to use them.

But I just think they are such cool, empowering terms.

Like, “Yeah, I’m disabled, and I rock just as fucking hard as you do. And anybody who thinks otherwise can eat my fucking ass!”

So I may not feel comfortable referring to myself that way because I’m not--to my mind--”disabled ENOUGH,” but I’m just so fucking proud of cripple punks everywhere for defying a society that expects all of us disabled folks to be something other. That expects us to be something less.

Because fuck those ableist assholes.

[anexperimentallife]

I briefly interrupt your queued content to assure you that I am still breathing

I think the fever has gone down, too, but I don’t know where the thermometer is.

Also, old folks like me (and people who watched The Jeffersons in reruns) who listened to 1980s Janet Jackson will get this:

When the doctor told me I was “definitely wheezy,” I almost responded, “Mrs. Jefferson if your nasty.”

But I was too out of breath to explain the references if he was too young to get them, so I didn’t. And my fever means I don’t entirely trust everything I think is funny right now to actually BE funny, anyway.

(Because George Jefferson always called his wife Louise “Weezy,” and Janet has the line in Nasty about how most people can call her Janet, but “It’s Miss Jackson if you’re nasty.”)

[2mo3cm-man]

Well, it finally happened.

For years now, I haven’t been following pop music, allowing a pop culture blind spot to develop. So it’s not that I don’t identify with the music now, it’s that the music makes no damn sense at all.

Everything sounds like it only cost twelve dollars to record. Is that intentional?

[blusteringoldfoolarchived]

I found Tyran kup (I mean it's from another comic but it's close enough)

Why's he so chunky.

[burningspy]

Holy Fuck, I Guess I Really Am Getting Old!

So far the big highlight of my day has been getting the oil changed in my car. Partially, because it was time to do it, but mostly to prepare my car for the drive down to Austin on Thursday.

I’d hate to try and make that 3+ hour long drive and have something bad happen because of old, dirty oil flowing through my engine.

Also, even though there were a few more fun things I wanted to do today, I instead have my ass parked on this recliner watching the Columbo marathon on tv. I don’t plan on getting up again (except for the unavoidable trips to the bathroom to occasionally get snacks).

[art-i-llery]

I'm surprised Ozzy never got a chance to record another song about old people shows like Angela Lansbury's "Murder she wrote" or "csi:Miami" or a comedy like "golden girls".