Showing posts with label 2050. Show all posts
Showing posts with label 2050. Show all posts

Saturday, November 22, 2008

Thumbs Down to Ironic Moustaches


Alright hipsters, whoever you are.   What's with the ironic moustaches?    

I don't get it.  I'm not even sure if they can actually be called ironic.  Maybe they're just an ill-conceived fashion choice...a stab at anti-fashion commentary which ironically just becomes a fashion trend?  Anyhow i'm boring myself.  

What I am trying to say is: YOU'RE WASTING YOUR LIFE.

Take this invented future potential anecdote, for example:

It's 2050.    You're seventy-years-old and Martin Sheen is once again president of the United States .  You're sitting in your bamboo easy chair, and you've got your grandchildren on your lap.  

They ask you (in unison):   "Grandpa/grandma....what was life like in the time before the polar ice caps melted and we didn't have to eat people?"

And you have no choice but to answer:   "Well, kids, I was living life ironically."

Think about it.    It's never too late, until it's way too late.