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What cool things should you be too old for?Follow
I guess that would be things too old to be cool? Or not old enough to be cool?
Man, I used to have one of those boomboxes with two tape decks, and I'd just record the radio on one deck, and then transfer the individual songs I liked onto the actual mix tape in the other deck. Good times.
Thundercats!
Also, University. Most of my friends did it straight out of school and have jawbs now. Well, careers, you know. I still have like three years left before I get my MPhys gawd damn it.
Also, University. Most of my friends did it straight out of school and have jawbs now. Well, careers, you know. I still have like three years left before I get my MPhys gawd damn it.
My Movember page
Solrain wrote:
WARs can use semi-colons however we want. I once killed a guy with a semi-colon.
LordFaramir wrote:
ODESNT MATTER CAUSE I HAVE ALCHOLOL IN MY VEINGS BETCH ;3
Lisa Frank stationary.
I love it. I love the bright rainbow colors, the cheesy designs, the cheesier stories, the scented stickers... It's like Hello Kitty on an acid trip.
I love it. I love the bright rainbow colors, the cheesy designs, the cheesier stories, the scented stickers... It's like Hello Kitty on an acid trip.
Mosh pits. I used to enjoy them, but at NOFX last year I took an elbow to the crotch from a 4 foot tween girl & decided that was enough of that.
"The Rich are there to take all of the money & pay none of the taxes, the middle class is there to do all the work and pay all the taxes, and the poor are there to scare the crap out of the middle class." -George Carlin
Parkour. It's a youngster's activity. It's for Russian teens who can throw themselves off of five-story buildings and survive in more or less one piece. Me, I may have the soul of a ten year old but I've got the body of a sixty year old. My cartilage is fusing solid. I have no right spending two hours in a gym, cavorting with a dozen children.
publiusvarus wrote:
we all know liberals are well adjusted american citizens who only want what's best for society. While conservatives are evil money grubbing scum who only want to sh*t on the little man and rob the world of its resources.
Debalic wrote:
Parkour. It's a youngster's activity. It's for Russian teens who can throw themselves off of five-story buildings and survive in more or less one piece. Me, I may have the soul of a ten year old but I've got the body of a sixty year old. My cartilage is fusing solid. I have no right spending two hours in a gym, cavorting with a dozen children.
I'm in a back brace after Thursday's strength & conditioning session. Dead lifting is apparently the bane of my existence, what with my little T-Rex arms and my super long torso.
Edited, Jan 28th 2012 1:09am by Eske
I lifted weights once, but they were really heavy so I put them back down.
catwho wrote:
Lisa Frank stationary.
I love it. I love the bright rainbow colors, the cheesy designs, the cheesier stories, the scented stickers... It's like Hello Kitty on an acid trip.
I love it. I love the bright rainbow colors, the cheesy designs, the cheesier stories, the scented stickers... It's like Hello Kitty on an acid trip.
Ok, that made me laugh
Eske Esquire wrote:
Debalic wrote:
Parkour. It's a youngster's activity. It's for Russian teens who can throw themselves off of five-story buildings and survive in more or less one piece. Me, I may have the soul of a ten year old but I've got the body of a sixty year old. My cartilage is fusing solid. I have no right spending two hours in a gym, cavorting with a dozen children.
I'm in a back brace after Thursday's strength & conditioning session. Dead lifting is apparently the bane of my existence, what with my little T-Rex arms and my super long torso.
Oh, I don't lift - at least, not weights. Other than bodyweight exercises, any lifting I do is when I'm cutting wood. This was gymnastics work.
And my back is literally fusing solid - ankylosing spondilytis is attacking all the cartilage, and my ribcage now has difficulty opening and closing when I breathe.
publiusvarus wrote:
we all know liberals are well adjusted american citizens who only want what's best for society. While conservatives are evil money grubbing scum who only want to sh*t on the little man and rob the world of its resources.
Holy **** Debalic, as a lifelong asthmatic, I have an idea of how painful and scary that must be. 
Debalic wrote:
Eske Esquire wrote:
Debalic wrote:
Parkour. It's a youngster's activity. It's for Russian teens who can throw themselves off of five-story buildings and survive in more or less one piece. Me, I may have the soul of a ten year old but I've got the body of a sixty year old. My cartilage is fusing solid. I have no right spending two hours in a gym, cavorting with a dozen children.
I'm in a back brace after Thursday's strength & conditioning session. Dead lifting is apparently the bane of my existence, what with my little T-Rex arms and my super long torso.
Oh, I don't lift - at least, not weights. Other than bodyweight exercises, any lifting I do is when I'm cutting wood. This was gymnastics work.
And my back is literally fusing solid - ankylosing spondilytis is attacking all the cartilage, and my ribcage now has difficulty opening and closing when I breathe.
Alma wrote:
I lost my post
Durr? I assume that's something related to the spondilytis. I haven't gotten all the bloodwork and stuff done; I need to see a rheumatologist and haven't had the opportunity.
publiusvarus wrote:
we all know liberals are well adjusted american citizens who only want what's best for society. While conservatives are evil money grubbing scum who only want to sh*t on the little man and rob the world of its resources.
Criminy wrote:
I view mature games to be something that evokes a level of thinking that a child would struggle to grasp or even come to. Shadow of the Colossus, Beyond Good and Evil, and Final Fantasy (before they went to carp) promoted thinking.
I am totally with you on that. When I first heard they were making a video game based on Dante's Inferno, I got so excited. Then I played the demo and was brought back down to earth... I think that's part of the appeal of SW:TOR for me. There are a lot of interesting ethical choices while you're out questing, and unless you're just breezing through and plan to go all light side or all dark side, you usually need to stop and think for at least a few seconds, before you make up your mind. Still, it'd be nice if they'd make some "regular" video games that made you think.
As far as stuff I should be too old for, I still love Disney movies and I watch them on occasion. Even though I haven't done it in years, I still get a kick out of doing coloring books. I'm a terrible artist of really any variety, so coloring is an easy and relaxing way to let myself feel artistic.
Magic The Gathering.
SillyXSara wrote:
Magic The Gathering.
Slinkies. Specifically two handed slinky "juggling".
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Racist.
"The Rich are there to take all of the money & pay none of the taxes, the middle class is there to do all the work and pay all the taxes, and the poor are there to scare the crap out of the middle class." -George Carlin
His Excellency Aethien wrote:
SillyXSara wrote:
Magic The Gathering.
I'm actually just getting into Magic. My primary's little brother taught him to play a couple years back, and he's really gotten into it. I resisted learning until a few months back because I tried it once with an ex years ago, and didn't like it then. In an effort to try and find more things we could do together, I relented to let him teach me and I actually really enjoy it. Maybe my ex was just a ****** teacher. 
I played Magic for a few years, but gave it all up and sold my collection some fifteen years ago.
Then I took an arrow to the knee.
Then I took an arrow to the knee.
publiusvarus wrote:
we all know liberals are well adjusted american citizens who only want what's best for society. While conservatives are evil money grubbing scum who only want to sh*t on the little man and rob the world of its resources.
I played it for 10 years and I still have my collection somewhere, I really need to go and scan the expensive cards and sell them, it'd probably get me a couple hundred bucks...
I played Magic years ago; I think 4th edition had just come out. I thought about getting back into it last year, but decided against it when I learned that cards were only playable for a year.
allenjj wrote:
I played Magic years ago; I think 4th edition had just come out. I thought about getting back into it last year, but decided against it when I learned that cards were only playable for a year.
You've got T2 tournaments with just the cards from the last year, the cheapest and most common tournaments (stuff like Friday Night Magic), then there's Extended which is the last 3 or 4 years, then T1.5/Legacy which are all cards but with stuff like Black Lotus and Moxes banned and finally there's T1/Vintage where the cards that are banned in Legacy are limited to 1 per deck. Sadly you can't find many people who play Legacy or Vintage decks because those decks often require over $1000 worth of cards (and Vintage can run up to triple that) while a top end T2 deck is "only" worth about $2-300 or so.
Aethien wrote:
That's just for T2 tournaments.
You've got T2 tournaments with just the cards from the last year, the cheapest and most common tournaments (stuff like Friday Night Magic), then there's Extended which is the last 3 or 4 years, then T1.5/Legacy which are all cards but with stuff like Black Lotus and Moxes banned and finally there's T1/Vintage where the cards that are banned in Legacy are limited to 1 per deck. Sadly you can't find many people who play Legacy or Vintage decks because those decks often require over $1000 worth of cards (and Vintage can run up to triple that) while a top end T2 deck is "only" worth about $2-300 or so.
You've got T2 tournaments with just the cards from the last year, the cheapest and most common tournaments (stuff like Friday Night Magic), then there's Extended which is the last 3 or 4 years, then T1.5/Legacy which are all cards but with stuff like Black Lotus and Moxes banned and finally there's T1/Vintage where the cards that are banned in Legacy are limited to 1 per deck. Sadly you can't find many people who play Legacy or Vintage decks because those decks often require over $1000 worth of cards (and Vintage can run up to triple that) while a top end T2 deck is "only" worth about $2-300 or so.
What really bothered me was the thought that certain cards weren't allowed any more. When I played, everyone used dual-lands and four Serra Angels: wealthier folks had Mox and Black Lotus cards in the mix. The only cards that weren't allowed in tournaments or normal play were the ante cards.
I guess I just dislike the thought of creativity being hampered by limitations on cards. Imagine the decks people could make if they were allowed any card ever made in regular tournament play.
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