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Don Sims
11-10-2005, 01:12 AM
IF you are 30 or older you will think this is hilarious!!!!

When I was a kid, adults used to bore me to tears with
their tedious diatribes about how hard things were
when they were growing up; what with walking
twenty-five miles to school every morning ... uphill
BOTH ways .. yadda, yadda, yadda
And I remember promising myself
that when I grew up, there was no way I was going
to lay a bunch of crap like that on kids about how
hard I had it and how easy they've got it!

But now that...

I'm over the ripe old age of thirty, I can't help but
look around and notice the youth of today. You've got it so easy!
I mean, compared to my childhood, you live in a Utopia!
And I hate to say it but you kids today you don't know how good you've got it!

I mean, when I was a kid we didn't have The Internet.
If we wanted to know something, we had to go to the library and look it up ourselves, in the card
catalog!!

There was no email! We had to actually write somebody
a letter ... with a pen! Then you had to walk all the
way across the street and put it in the mail box and it
would take like a week to get there!

There were no MP3's or Napsters! You wanted to steal
music,you had to hitchhike to the record store
and shoplift it yourself! Or you had to wait around
all day to tape it off the radio and the DJ'd usually
talk over the beginning and @#*% it all up!

And talk of about hardship? You couldn't just
download porn! You had to steal it from your brother or bribe
some homeless dude to buy you a copy of "Hustler" at
the 7-11! Those were your options!

We didn't have fancy stuff like Call Waiting! If you
were on the phone and somebody else called they got a
busy signal, that's it!

And we didn't have fancy Caller ID Boxes either! When
the phone rang, you had no idea who it was! It could
be your school, your mom, your boss, your bookie, your
drug dealer, a collections agent, you just didn't
know!!! You had to pick it up and take your chances,
mister!

We didn't have any fancy Sony Playstation video games
with high-resolution 3-D graphics! ! ;We had the
Atari 2600! With games like "Space Invaders" and
"asteroids" and the graphics stunk! Your guy was
a little square! You actually had to use your
imagination! And there were no multiple
levels or screens, it was just one screen forever!
And you could never win. The game just kept getting
harder and harder and faster and faster until you
died! ... Just like LIFE!

When you went to the movie theater there no such thing
as stadium seating! All the seats were the same
height! If a tall guy or some old broad with a hat
sat in front of you and you couldn't see, tough!

Sure, we had cable television, but back then that was
only like 15 channels and there was no onscreen menu
and no remote control! You had to use a little book
called a TV Guide to find out what was on!

You were ripped when it came to channel surfing! You
had to get off your butt and walk over to the TV to
change the channel and there was no Cartoon Network
either! You could only get cartoons on Saturday
Morning. Do you hear what I'm saying!?! We had to
wait ALL WEEK for cartoons, you spoiled little
brats!

And we didn't have microwaves, if we wanted to heat
something up . we had to use the stove or go build a
dang fire ... imagine that! If we wanted popcorn, we had to use
that stupid JiffyPop thing and shake it over the stove
forever like an idiot.

That's exactly what I'm talking about! You kids
today have got it too easy. You're spoiled.

You guys wouldn't have lasted five minutes back in
1980!


Regards,

-The 30 Something crowd!

stan mccarver
11-12-2005, 04:35 AM
Try no television until I was seven.
How long has it been since you heard of a phone number with only four digits?
My first phone number was two longs and one short. still have that phone hanging on my wall and it still works great when I take the magneto out of it and shock worms out of the ground for fish bait.
Do you remember Fibber magee and Molly? The Lone Ranger and Tonto?
I will stop here for I can go on for hours on this nostalgia trip.
My kids came along in the mid sixties and I am well on the far side of sixty and my son and daughter have who's on first down pat.
just sharing some fun. (and memories)
Stan

Iturnright
11-12-2005, 05:18 AM
Exactly, it seems this always happens, and guess what, I'll be doing it too when I'm 30 something.

'Yeah, back then we had to fly the plane with joysticks.'

MarkFitzgerald
11-14-2005, 06:42 AM
Do you remember Fibber magee and Molly? The Lone Ranger and Tonto?

When I was growing up in Alaska, every Sunday on the radio they had those great radio programs like Fibber McGee & Molly, Lone Ranger, The Shadow, The Green Hornet, Burns & Gracie, Blondie, Gunsmoke and my favorite: Dragnet. This was in the middle to late seventies. You can still listen to them on the Internet (there was a link on Kim Komando once). I loved Sundays in Fairbanks in the winter. Too cold to go outside, but listening to the radio in front of the Franklin fireplace with some hot chocolate was fun.

Don Sims
11-14-2005, 11:08 AM
Middle to late 70's I was a teenager in Heidelburg, a great place to grow up. My dad was the electronics warfare guru for the Army in Europe.

flypaper 2
11-15-2005, 12:36 AM
Cars had no turn signals. Stick your arm out the window, straight up was turn right. No power steering or automatics, only on luxury cars. You developed arms like an ape, or popeye. Only controline and free flight and engines with no mufflers. The sidewalks were plowed with a wooden V plow with a horse on the front of it. Life was as slow as the horse was and more leisurely.:p

Up&Away
11-20-2005, 11:32 AM
OK you guys, you think you had it tough? You asked for it! Here's how Monty Python suffered in their younger years:

Four well-dressed men sitting together at a vacation resort. "Farewell to Thee" being played in the background on Hawaiian guitar.


Michael Palin: Ahh.. Very passable, this, very passable.
Graham Chapman: Nothing like a good glass of Chateau de Chassilier wine, ay Gessiah?
Terry Gilliam: You're right there Obediah. Eric Idle: Who'd a thought thirty years ago we'd all be sittin' here drinking Chateau de Chassilier wine?
MP: Aye. In them days, we'd a' been glad to have the price of a cup o' tea.
GC: A cup ' COLD tea. EI: Without milk or sugar. TG: OR tea! MP: In a filthy, cracked cup.
EI: We never used to have a cup. We used to have to drink out of a rolled up newspaper.
GC: The best WE could manage was to suck on a piece of damp cloth.
TG: But you know, we were happy in those days, though we were poor.
MP: Aye. BECAUSE we were poor. My old Dad used to say to me, "Money doesn't buy you happiness."
EI: 'E was right. I was happier then and I had NOTHIN'. We used to live in this tiiiny old house, with greaaaaat big holes in the roof.
GC: House? You were lucky to have a HOUSE! We used to live in one room, all hundred and twenty-six of us, no furniture. Half the floor was missing; we were all huddled together in one corner for fear of FALLING!
TG: You were lucky to have a ROOM! *We* used to have to live in a corridor!
MP: Ohhhh we used to DREAM of livin' in a corridor! Woulda' been a palace to us. We used to live in an old water tank on a rubbish tip. We got woken up every morning by having a load of rotting fish dumped all over us! House!? Hmph.
EI: Well when I say "house" it was only a hole in the ground covered by a piece of tarpolin, but it was a house to US.
GC: We were evicted from *our* hole in the ground; we had to go and live in a lake!
TG: You were lucky to have a LAKE! There were a hundred and sixty of us living in a small shoebox in the middle of the road.
MP: Cardboard box?
TG: Aye.
MP: You were lucky. We lived for three months in a brown paper bag in a septic tank. We used to have to get up at six o'clock in the morning, clean the bag, eat a crust of stale bread, go to work down mill for fourteen hours a day week in-week out. When we got home, out Dad would thrash us to sleep with his belt!
GC: Luxury. We used to have to get out of the lake at three o'clock in the morning, clean the lake, eat a handful of hot gravel, go to work at the mill every day for tuppence a month, come home, and Dad would beat us around the head and neck with a broken bottle, if we were LUCKY!
TG: Well we had it tough. We used to have to get up out of the shoebox at twelve o'clock at night, and LICK the road clean with our tongues. We had half a handful of freezing cold gravel, worked twenty-four hours a day at the mill for fourpence every six years, and when we got home, our Dad would slice us in two with a bread knife.
EI: Right. I had to get up in the morning at ten o'clock at night, half an hour before I went to bed, (pause for laughter), eat a lump of cold poison, work twenty-nine hours a day down mill, and pay mill owner for permission to come to work, and when we got home, our Dad would kill us, and dance about on our graves singing "Hallelujah." MP: But you try and tell the young people today that... and they won't believe ya'.
ALL: Nope, nope..