Tuesday, July 15, 2008
Old Bloggers -- What, Just Fade Away?
A lady purported to be the world's oldest blogger died in Australia the other day at age 108. 108! Can you imagine any of us will still be blogging at that age? If we are, what do you suppose we'll blog about?
Will we be up on current events, hip to contemporaneous issues? Will fashion and style still make sense to us? What about Pop Culture? And politics? Will we still have a good grasp of slang and the current vernacular? Will we retain a sense of humor, and remain able to give as much sass as we take? If we lapse into writing about age spots, weak bladders, and varicose veins, will the younger generation still read us? From what perspective will we write about sex? Because, I mean, if we have to rely on memory, and the memory goes, what then? Are there any rules about old folks peppering their posts with the occasional 4-letter word? At what age will we be considered old folks? 80? 90? 102?
Some people seem old at 40. Others have a magically youthful mindset at 70. I think that age doesn't mean all that much in the grand scheme of things. It's just a number. Whatever one thinks one can do, one can do. At any age.
But -- can you still be a volcano goddess at 108?
This is a lot to think about for someone who's never sure she'll have anything to blog about next month, or next week, or even tomorrow. And believe me, I will quit before I veer off into gratuitous idiocy with nothing of any substance to say. I don't think that'll happen to any of us, though. We have good heads on us and there's no reason to think we won't stay sharp.
What do you think? What's the oldest age you can still envision yourself blogging?
Talking about old age reminds me of ... Medicare.
The phone rang one day and the lady of the house answered.
"Mrs. Ward, please."
"Mrs. Ward, this is Doctor Jones at the Medical Testing Laboratory. When your doctor sent your husband's biopsy to the lab yesterday, a biopsy from another Mr. Ward arrived as well, and we are now uncertain which one is your husband's. Frankly, the results are either bad or terrible."
"What do you mean?" Mrs. Ward asked nervously.
"Well, one of the specimens tested positive for Alzheimer's and the other one tested positive for AIDS. We can't tell which are your husband's."
"That's dreadful! Can't you do the test again?" questioned Mrs. Ward.
"Normally we can, but Medicare will only pay for these expensive tests one time. The people at Medicare recommend that you drop your husband off somewhere in the middle of town. If he finds his way home, don't sleep with him."
One thing we can always count on is a plethora of blasfomys from TWISTED LINGUISTICS.
satetment - Too much sex.
ancestoirs - French relatives.
millin dollar - O, it only sounds like a lot.
books on shelfves in barnes and Nobels
vice a versa