I’m not asking them to get off my lawn. I want everyone to be able to be on my lawn and able to talk to each other without dismissing experiences based on age or the perceived chief cultural/behavioral trends present before they reached adulthood. 

Living in western Oregon, log trucks are everywhere. They drive crazy due to the nature of the work. I keep as far away as possible.

How am I the same generation as kids who’ve never even had to use a VCR, much less program one’s timer to record a ballgame?

In my dreams, I logged into Jezebel and the headline said

Gen Y was just the lazy placeholder name for Millenials. It’s the same group.

One of the beautiful things about non-cloned animals and humans is that we stretch ourselves to love different personalities, different quirks, and different ways of being. This is how we evolve.

I hate this. I hate this whole generation thing. I hate how a categorization of cultural and marketing trends came to become important and even definitive outside of marketing and making cultural studies just a tiny bit easier.

It’s probably obligatory to mention that there are hundreds of thousands of dogs in need of adoptions. As my Parson Russell is getting older, I’ve certainly had fantasies about seeing him young again. But clones aren’t the originals.

I still maintain that anyone who can clearly remember a time with no Internet is not a millennial.

So they chose to contaminate Saturn?

Congratulations are in order, then, for anyone born between 1981 and 1996: You’re officially a millennial (at least, in the eyes of Pew).

I walked a half-mile through the rain to a phone booth to connect to the mainframe via the 300 bit per second acoustic modem on a TI Silent 700 terminal.

I signed us up for AOL with telephone company billing. That’s how desperate I was back in “the day” for Internet.

Even if it’s not a problem there, what if the gas in the tank lights on fire? I think it will create a supernova. That’s how they work.

Cassini was FAR more likely to come into contact with one of Saturn’s moons than this car is to ever come into contact with anything ever again (unless the universe collapses onto itself and no bacterium or anything else is surviving that). On top of that, it would have to come into contact with a planet that had…

There’s only one headline I want to read that includes the words “Donald Trump” and “funeral.”

Happy trails, little Tardigrades. May the upholstery nourish you for the duration of your million years voyage.

“Even if they radiated the outside, the engine would be dirty,” Melosh said.

So you’re saying all the science that points to the fact that bacteria can survive space is fake news? No, the Tesla isn’t a real threat, but yes, it’s a very real issue.

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