Post-Modern Times

*** My wife knows I like to do puzzles. She always has Cross Words for me!

(Time Out for a brief rant)
*** Just when I achieve some kind of comfort level with new technology and its terminology---bang, like clockwork there's all new shit for me to be baffled about like Broadband and Wi-Fi, and Blue Light somethin'...or Blue Jay Way and, i-Pods, and E-Pods, and Brillo Pods and IchaPod-Cranes and Pod-duhs! Oh, don't think we aging Boomers don't know what you young Gen-Exers, and Y'ers areup to: creating ever more sophisticated and arcane techno gizmos, you're doing away with us, knowing full well that our mental facultes are diminishing---admit it, you're sick of our rantings about how much better things were in the '60's You say, "Yeah, like Bob Dylan didn't really sound like a weasel singing his Bar Mitzvah Haf Torah!"
You're hastening our extinction---hey, I saw "Logan's Run".
(We now return to regularly scheduled scheduling)

*** My sister's suddenly into gardening. She told me she's traveling to Detroit. I asked why.
She said, "Haven't you heard on the news, they have lots of Plants for sale?"

*** I once said pigs before we had a black president, pigs would have wings. Now look: 100 days later---Swine Flu!

*** My wife said I turned her life around. "Yeah, I used to be depressed and miserable--now I'm miserable and depressed!"

*** My luck---I got connected to an American Indian support tech---now I can only e-mail smoke signals.

*** My niece--- I told her, no, being cast as the leading lady in a snuff film was not a good thing.