Faithful readers of my MySpace blog (ok, one or two people) may recall an insanely hot day last summer when I kept hearing commentary in my head as done by an old person. I was looking at sandals and I kept thinking, in a cartoonish old person voice, "Gonna get yourself some flim-flams? How about some flim-flams? You kids and your flim-flams..." and so forth.
It came back today.
I was having a particularly mind-numbing day at work in the mailroom, where the radio was woefully tuned to KISS FM. Lame to begin with. I heard that "nobody wanna see us together" song by Akon at least 7 times. But the last few times, the old person voice kicked in.
"Who's this 'Acorn' fella? What kind of a name is Acorn? The kids these days sure seem to like that Acorn."
This can't be good.
Some part of my brain is clearly aging at mach speed.
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