Thursday, July 20, 2006

A Tale of Two Spidies

(That's "Spy-deeze," as in Spiderman's nickname.)

See, here's the thing; I love my blog readers, I love you blog writers out there ... but sometimes, (with apologies to Myrow and Gordon):

You make me feel so old;
You make me feel un-apropos;
And every time you start to blog,
I get brain fog, just like a dying dog.

I'm not one of those bloggers who feels pressed to confess my real name, my weight, my children's names, etc., etc., but I will admit that I'm no spring chicken, so would you do me a favor and stop freaking out that you're turning 30? OK? Is it too much to ask--even of a pipsqueak whose mother's milk is still wet on his lips because he is, in case I forgot, due to my impending Alzheimer's Disease--about to turn 30???

Thank you.

So, because I'm not going to upload a scan of my driver's license, here is the proof, if any is needed, that I am not Generation X or Y or Z or even Generation A-prime. I'm a baby-boomer. I didn't watch this on Saturday morning; I watched this.

Mine is the first, the original Spiderman--not that other one, and certainly not the live-action ones starring what's-his-name--you know--that whippersnapper who probably isn't even 30 yet either.

p.s. For you Ramones fans--I didn't watch this one either. But I would have liked it. I like this one, too.


  1. Hey, I'm a baby boomer also! (Technically.)

    I remember Quisp. I went to the Montreal Expo. I would have gone to Woodstock, but I had Little League.


  2. Can I freak out just a teeny tiny little bit about turning 40 in a couple of months, though? Pretty please?

  3. Yeah, I'd like to know the answer to that question, too, because I am planning a full blow freak out for that one. Also in a couple of months.

  4. At 50+, I'm pretty sure I'm the Longest In the Tooth around these here parts. It's a bit strange in that all my friends are now in their 30's and 40's - parents of school mates of my sons. The hardest part is staying empathetic to their worries and troubles; I want to yell "This SHIT isn't going to bother you at ALL when you're 50! Trust me on this one! You will no longer care what others think - you will be focused on being true to your values and ideals." But I don't say it - I remember life being difficult at late 30's and early 40's - hormones are wonky, first signs of aging are scary, the aches and pains start up, depression can be a problem. By 50, you've figured it out alot and there is a powerful surge of self-satisfaction and well being. You do have more aches and pains, and it's alot more work to stay in shape.

    Trust me on this one. 50 is a great time in one's life. I had heard it from many women friends and I thought they were shooting smoke. It is a truly powerful age.

  5. What Vickee said.

    "The problem with having children so late is having to hang out with YOU WHINEY PIPSQUEAKS" she shouted, waving her cane fiercely.

  6. hee hee. The friends that I spend the most time with are all a good 10 or more years younger than me (I'm 46), and I'm constantly amused by their references to 'getting old.' I usually don't say anything, though -- they'll figure it out just like I did.


Gentle Readers:

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xxx, Poppy.