tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7683735.post4445031405310705365..comments2023-08-09T04:31:11.012-05:00Comments on Can-Smashing Robot: Ye godsJosh Krauterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08951130010325374744noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7683735.post-90759048239027905912007-10-04T10:20:00.000-05:002007-10-04T10:20:00.000-05:00larry for president!-amlarry for president!<BR/><BR/>-amAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7683735.post-77786782510561375462007-10-04T00:30:00.000-05:002007-10-04T00:30:00.000-05:00Sometimes people near my age (and, sometimes, youn...Sometimes people near my age (and, sometimes, younger!) come in to my place of employment, which is my sole social outlet, and I am made to feel like a cross between Humbert Humbert and my dad, but then I will see my friend Larry and he will make me feel better about it all because he is 70 and doesn't give a good goddamn. You should come hang out with Larry and me sometime and we can all try to figure out what the fuck they're talking about in the newspaper.<BR/><BR/>junebugAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7683735.post-22030315586913304862007-10-04T00:21:00.000-05:002007-10-04T00:21:00.000-05:00I had a similar experience toward the end of my se...I had a similar experience toward the end of my second stab at college. I was doing a group project for a history class, and I said something about remembering my parents' reaction when Reagan was first elected. They all just stared at me, and finally one of them said, "You were <I>alive</I> then?" Ugh. Ouch. Huh? It sucked, but I did meet a few people I thought were interesting and fun to work with, even if I didn't have fuck-all in common with them.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com