So tonight, we had people over for New year's eve dinner. They left long before midnight. After that I fired up flight sim, had a few brewskies, played helicopter pilot for few hours, spent some time on Avsim. So now its 2013. I'm feeling older now. The Holidays are over. So this is a time now to reflect.

 

I am starting to view myself just like the way I viewed my parents when I was a teenager. Totally unhip, behind the times, old-fashioned. Completely not into Facebook or Twitter. I still write things down on a yellow sticky--in cursive. I don't text. I prefer a desktop to a laptop or smartphone. I still listen to CDs, sometimes even cassettes. I'm still cautious about buying things "online", cured only by my need to buy things for Flight Sim. The Russians still scare me. I had to look up "Gangnam" on Wikipedia. And I still can remember when F-19 Stealth Fighter and Red Baron were hailed for their realism. I'm not sure if I miss being younger or not. Sure wouldn't want to be a young person growing up in today's world, so I guess the answer is no.

 

Yet I still play flight simulator games with even more fervor than I did than when I was 16!

 

So I'm nothing but a dinosaur. Happy New Years to all you other dinosaurs out there. I know I'm not alone!

Mirror image of me..... 47 and out of sync with the rest of the world

 

Happy New Year fellow dinosaur :lol:

Dinosaurs of the world unite!

Happy New Year to a fellow dinosaur, and indeed everyone

I still play music on round black things with a hole in the middle. And I use a device know as 'a record player'. I was mortified recently when my young brother in law told me that doing so I was cutting edge cool!! Seems the world has come round in a complete circle :-) I must say though that I do enjoy all the new tech gadets when they come out. I may even buy an ipad soon :-)

 

Happy New Year fellow oldies :-)

So I'm nothing but a dinosaur.

 

Happy new year, Kid!

 

I'm old enough to be your father. There are a couple of guys here old enough to be MY father. And y'know, we're all still doing the same thing. And loving it.

 

You realize you're the age your parents were when you were a teenager. They weren't un-hip, they grew up in the 60s. They probably don't talk about that much.

 

I had to look up Gangnam Style too, after seeing a video of Gangnam Style Christmas lights. Discovered a whole new world out there I wasn't aware of. The question isn't that you didn't know about it, but if you enjoyed it... I sure did.

 

When I was 16, the closest I could come to a flight simulator was a roller coaster ride. Consider yourself lucky.

 

Just remember, 42 ain't old, and you're never too old to have fun. Fight simming probably beats buying a sports car and dating younger women. Or buying a motorcycle and dating older ones. It's a good age to start taking flying lessons.

 

Here's hoping you have a happy, healthy and prosperous new year.

 

Hook

I am in my mid 50's now, and the only real fear I have getting older, is going into a menswear shop and asking for Corduroy trousers and a knitted cardigan jumper. Oh, and before going out anywhere in public, searching Google to find out where all the public toilets are.

Why us Dinosaurs are refereed to as "old farts" ??

 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=62PBjpFHZcU&feature=player_detailpage

Fight simming probably beats buying a sports car and dating younger women. Or buying a motorcycle and dating older ones. It's a good age to start taking flying lessons.

 

Hook

 

Ha, I had a little bit of a laugh over that! I'm sure the younger women would be especially impressed when they saw how many throttle quadrants are attached to my computer desk :dance:

Happy NY! Feel the same way, that's why I go live in the woods during summer... The world was a much better place before cellphones and Facebook, although I guess Avism is a Facebook equivalent for us simmers...

 

47 and out of sync with the rest of the world

 

Now, that is not a bad thing!

 

No Facebook, Twitter, texting here. A phone is a phone, to call and TALK to someone. :rolleyes:

............ although I guess Avism is a Facebook equivalent for us simmers...

 

Reading some of the forum posts in 2012, it's more like TWITter

+1 :lol:

Proud to say I was one of the first 20,000,000 people to see Gangnam Style. Still got it in me! Cool as a cucumber... B) :rolleyes:

 

Now where'd I put my gramophone.... :Thinking:

I'm sure the younger women would be especially impressed when they saw how many throttle quadrants are attached to my computer desk :dance:

 

lol. i remember hiding my FS addiction when i was dating. First chick I showed it to actually bought me FS2002 when it came out; I was in love! When my wife and I were dating, she hated it, because she had DSL when everyone else was stuck on dial-up, and I would spend lots of time over at her place downloading my add-ons. She married me though, so it must not have bothered her too much. :lol:

 

Although she isn't too amused when she spots a new toy at the desk or finds my latest add-on purchases.

I love every one of the previous posts! I am fast approaching .62 centuries in age (I like the small sounding number). Dinosaurs are extinct because I and a few of my mammal buddies developed a taste for eggs, so yes I feel I have been around awhile. Yeh, I remember when dirt was a new thing. I've got a fast car, but the younger woman thing, well I am to wise for that. Just like a dog chasing a car, I wouldn't know what to do with it if I caught one so why put myself into a coma with the effort.

Facebook? I got one of those once, someone threw one, I failed to duck in time. Twitter? I remember birds do that but with my bad hearing I just have to take someones word on it these days. My son who is forty two called me an old fart the other day and I thought he was being a bit disrespectful, however, just as I was about to protest, my grandson walked into the the living room and said, "Are you old farts going to come and eat supper?" I laughed at my son all the way to the table.

 

And for New Years, here is a true story.

 

Many years ago, my wife, one of her lady friends and the lady friends sister and I went out to a local New Year celebration. I was the designated driver (nothing worse than being the only sober person at a party) so when it was time to call it a night I herded the ladies, except the sister who insisted on driving herself, into the car. Sister left right ahead of us and made it a least four blocks before attracting the attention of the local officer on duty. An officer I knew, so I pulled between the patrol car and sister. As the officer walked past he looked at me and the babbling women in the back seat and asked or accepted that I was the sober one. He then stated the assumption that I knew the driver he had pulled over. I looked at him, rolled my eyes and admitted that I did. The officer said, "well come with me then", I got out and he and I had taken a few steps when sister decided to get out of her car. she poured herself out onto the ground, got up, used the side of her car as a prop and leaning or listing at about 30 degrees, slid her way down the side of the car to the rear where her and the car lost contact and she went down again. She clawed her way up the rear of the car and reclined (sort of) on the trunk. The officer and I looked at each other, both of us were doing a fine job of not laughing. Sister fluffs herself up, bats her eyes at the officer and says in a very serious tone, "Occifer, . . . . . . occifer, . . . . would you take me drunk, . . . . I'm home again?" Well the officer just couldn't keep it in any more. He told her to wait there, turned around and ran and got in the patrol car, he sat there and laughed hysterically for a few minutes, got out of his car, asked me if I could get her somewhere safe if he could get her in my car to which I grudgingly said yes. He went to sister who was now laid out flat on the trunk with her feet dangling toward the bumper, and told her he was going to put her in the patrol car. She said Ooooooooookaaaaaaaaay and slid off the trunk to the ground. We lifted her to a more or less vertical position and led / drug her to my car and wouldn't you know it, the other two were now spread out all over the back seat and fast a sleep, so while I rearranged them to make room the officer kept sister upright. Sister starts getting all flirty with him and says occifer aren't you going to handcuff me, I might like that. He said no, just get in the car and gave her a push, I mean helping hand. Now I have the three of them in the back of my car, one singing in their sleep and two like drooling corpses. I looked at my officer friend, looked a them and back at him and asked, " If I get them to my house and can't get them out of the car and just leave them and they freeze to death will I be guilty of a crime?". If I remember correctly, he replied something about possible extenuating circumstances. Well I got them home, got the wife to wake up, we got her friend half awake and we collectively drug sister into the house to the bedroom door and with one more push she went face down one the bed. That done I walked back the few blocks to sisters car and brought it home. Next day sister comes out of the bedroom, looks out the window and sees her car, turns to the rest of us and says, "See I told you I was okay to drive!"

 

Evey since then my wife and I just walk to the party ALONE. Just in case sister is out driving we take a side street. BTW the officer and I crossed paths a week or so later and he admitted to me that I was the bravest man he had ever met, . . . one sober man in a car with three drunk women is just above and beyond the call.

 

I hope you enjoyed the story, and I truly hope everyone has a wonderful 2013, now that we can relax about that Mayan calendar thing. I did tell the Mayans they were off by one year but they wouldn't listen, but lets not start another panic, . . . . . . . . yet, we should wait until the movie comes out.

 

Happy New Year!

Mel