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Ghostie, that was genuinely funny. And you don't know what really dark is until somebody offers you a severed hand (true story).

Hey! Hush that talk, or the kids & grandkids won't let me post anymore.

Pancakes & sausages. Went all Denny's on it with blueberry pancakes with raspberries, strawberries, and whipped cream.

Please don't lump him in with boomers - we get blamed for enough already. Packard isn't really representative of a generational cohort anyway. He's more of an archetype - that eternal figure of The Smug Asshole Who Knows Everything and Can't Wait to Tell You. Search back through history, folk tale, and myth, and you will find that there have always been Packards. Edited to add: And they have always been wrong.

Save your breath. This is the same man who says that cigarette smoke has no smell.

Why? Who are you planning on photographing? (Not that you know who anybody is.)

Should have taken that left turn at Albuquerque.

A live what?

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Believe it.

Thinks cigarette smoke doesn't smell.

ITT: Old man yells at clouds.

Dude, you're giving the rest of us boomers a bad name. If you can't follow simple instructions, maybe it's time to see about getting a carer.

You do know that he can't do math...

Can identify grape soda by brand, production facility, and batch date simply by sniffing the bottle cap.

The Twilight Zone marathon is great, but I'd really appreciate a marathon of Batman. Not the movies, the series. I could really go for a couple of days of BAM POW SMASH.

Yeah - I think it's running all weekend too. (Yesterday was the first time I've ever seen the episode in that picture. Most excellent!)

Spent the day watching The Twilight Zone.

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Tells people in elevators that it's turtles all the way down.

Unless it's urinary incontinence supplies.

Puts on a beret and a striped long sleeved t shirt, and orders "omelet du fromage" at Waffle House.

I've always avoided watching this; just the plot summary is enough to make my eyes prickle.

Ok, now everything is going to get all blurry and spinny because granny mthor is having a flashback... It's the summer of 1982. Ronald Reagan is in the White House, Dexy's Midnight Runners is on the radio, and I am in a theater with my two hometown besties. We plan on watching the early showing of ET, then perhaps heading out for a few cocktails. I have dressed accordingly, including putting on what my brothers used to refer to my "Bride of Dracula" eye makeup. Lots of shadow, lots of liner (inside the lash line, of course), lots of mascara... It gets to the point where ET and Eliot are both in the oxygen tents, and it looks like they're both going to die, and I start to sob. Not a little tearing up and a few discreet sniffles. Full on shuddering sobs. I know what's happening to my face and I dig around in my purse for a kleenex. None. I ask my friends, who are trying to pretend that they don't know me, and neither of them have any, either. Now the kid in front of us has turned around and is watching my face melt. Apparently, he finds it more engaging than the movie, because he turns fully around, kind of kneeling on his seat, and stares. I cried until the end of that goddamn movie, and when I got to the ladies room, most of my eyeshadow was around my jawline, mascara was trickling down my neck, and I couldn't even address it until I spent about ten minutes blowing my nose. I have not watched ET from that day to this. I don't not know if it would still make me cry, or just cringe with embarrassment at the memory, but either way, it's just not worth it.