Whose woods these are I think I know. His house is in the village though; He will not see me stopping here, Jolene.

My little horse must think it queer To stop without a farmhouse near Between the woods and frozen lake, Jolene.

Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, The darkest evening of the year, Jolene.

He gives his harness bells a shake To ask if there is some mistake. The only other sound’s the sweep, Jolene.

Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Of easy wind and downy flake, Jolene.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep, But I have promises to keep, And miles to go before I sleep, Jolene.

fun drinking game: take a shot of water every couple hours to make sure you’re healthy and hydrated

> There isn't a subgroup between Boomer and GenX because up until 1980, the splits were more obvious.

Nonsense. They weren’t obvious at all until they were imposed by marketing opportunities thirty years later.

Late-1960s kids were known as the “Baby Bust” when we were growing up — back before “Generation X” was even the name of Billy Idol’s punk band.

In the 1980s, when Douglas Coupland named his first novel after the band, he was writing about characters in their 20s — early-1960s kids, what we would now call younger Boomers. We Baby Busters grabbed the name for ourselves, partly because “Busters” was a silly name, partly because “X” was rad, and mostly because we were a much better fit for the implied definition of X-as-absence, X-as-no-one-is-paying-attention-anymore.

We were used to no one paying attention. We were the microgeneration who got to watch as all the educational and “youth” opportunities of the twentieth century kept getting cancelled one or two years before we were old enough to qualify, but before any new opportunities replaced them. Our elementary and high schools bought their first computers just in time to teach kids younger than us. We took prerequisite classes for university majors that suddenly no longer existed. We read about the joys of travelling after graduation, then aged out of travel passes at twenty.

We defined ourselves by whether we were kids when we saw “Star Wars” on its first theatre run in 1977. Teenagers were barely acceptable. The notion of extending our generation downward to people who hadn’t even been born for “Star Wars” was impossible.

The boundaries we saw then were not the same as the boundaries that are imposed today. Neither was the naming scheme.

But I mean, ultimately and pardon the schmaltz — aren’t the boundaries always just artificial in-grouping and out-grouping anyway? They can be cemented over time by repetition, and by that same marketing machine which only lets us see ads customised for the “generation” the algorithm thinks we are, but the lines are only obvious if we decide to draw them as lines. As social apes, aren’t we all just always at the centre of our own personal overlapping five-year microgenerations who watched the same media growing up, our overlapping fifteen-year generations who were shaped by overlapping political & economic opportunities, our fifty-year communities who are adults together for long enough to work for the same goals and form friendships, our hundred-and-fifty-year spans of all the people we’ll talk to in our lifetimes?

I saw a post about tumblr user ages...

Reblogs are welcomed for that sweet, sweet increased data pool (aka getting more than 20 responses 😅)

Dang, those “your mother’s maiden name plus a word that rhymes with your birthdate is your About To Get Scammed name” memes have graduated to biometrics.

I just saw an “ad” trying to convince me to scan my whole hand for automatic online palmistry.

But you know what else is on my hand? Fingers!

And you know what I’ve got on my fingers? Fingerprints!

Yeah, you’re not getting a high-resolution picture of those.

but surely not over Chilliwack?

Hill I will die on:

In the pantheon of "bands named after cities," Dayton reigns supreme over either Chicago or Boston.

“I have a knock knock joke but you have to start.”

“Okay … Knock knock.”

“Knock knock who!” <runs in circles laughing>

one of my very favorite kid development stages is Learning Jokes, where they understand the structure of a joke but not the actual humor process involved, and so generate abstract nonsense that is so much funnier than anything else. the “orange you glad i didn’t say banana” era but it’s “porcupine you glad i didn’t say spaghetti” YES i porcupine glad and thank you for asking me 17 times in a row.

First they came for the adjectives, and I did not speak out because I was not an adjective.

Then they came the prepositions, and I did not speak because I was not a preposition.

Then they the verbs, and I not because I not a verb.

Then they the conjunctions, I not I not a conjunction.

Then the pronouns, there no one.

Wait, what.

These back catalogue posts literally come up in random order; I wrote most of them at least a couple of years ago; and yet somehow this one showed up on a day when the Marchioness of Cholmondeley was actually in the news?

Chumley : Cholmondeley :: Tuppence : Tolpondepence

My new hobby is pronouncing fricatives by touching my lower teeth to my upper lip, instead of the other way around.

It is one of those days when I crave anonymous votes telling me which book I should buy next.

I have, like, five followers, so naturally I also crave reblogs. Please do me that kindness? I'll never hit double-digit votes without ’em.

Woohoo, reached a thousand notes on a single post for the first time.

I mean, not on this blog, obviously. Over on the interesting one.

It is one of those days when I crave anonymous votes telling me which book I should buy next.

I have, like, five followers, so naturally I also crave reblogs. Please do me that kindness? I'll never hit double-digit votes without ’em.

Just got a spam voicemail speaking a language that is certainly tonal and probably Chinese, and

well, do you mean “useful” in the sense of, “was it an accurate representation of what was said?” or in the sense of, “did I even want a transcription of this spam call?” or in the sense of, “did I need that laugh?”

It is one of those days when I crave anonymous votes telling me which book I should buy next.

I have, like, five followers, so naturally I also crave reblogs. Please do me that kindness? I'll never hit double-digit votes without ’em.

It is one of those days when I crave anonymous votes telling me which book I should buy next.

I have, like, five followers, so naturally I also crave reblogs. Please do me that kindness? I'll never hit double-digit votes without ’em.

The opposite of an incumbent is an eckspensesbent, send tweet

Apparently I am an eccentric Scottish laird who subsists on the souls of my murdered guests.

Nice work if you can get it.