sithknight1

Just imagine having performed one of the most daring maneuvers in the history of aviation and 71 years later toasting with 117 year old bourbon using a silver goblet inscribed with your name. Your man card will never expire sir.

Jesus Christ, can you imagine Meryl Streep and Kevin Spacey bantering back and forth in the Oval Office as political rivals? The Internet would melt.

I think about this several times a day. For instance, I was just watching the daily show today, and when they announced the date at the beginning of the episode, and the announcer says "FEBRUARY 19th, TWO THOUSAND THIRTEEN", my brain sometimes goes "fuck, we really live in the goddamn future!", and here I am, in bed, holding my tablet, typing something on a magic screen, with no wires, that allows thousands of people to read what I just wrote, instantly. I can just type the name of any movie, music video or song in the world, and play It instantly. I could, with 2 presses of a button, be videochatting in 5 seconds, Jetsons style, with my dad who lives overseas if I wanted. (well, it's 2 in the morning and my dad would be livid if I ring him up right now to tell him I'm excited about what year it is, but tomorrow, I definitely could do it tomorrow). If my 14 year old self could see this, he would go nuts!

Dude, that is EXACTLY how I feel about my mother. You have no idea how I deeply understand what you're saying and feel identified with how you describe your mother. (The spontaneous crying, a lots of other details). Here's the kicker: she attempted to murder my dad while he slept by smashing him in the head with a hammer. My dad managed to wake up and while losing huge amounts of blood managed to get away from her and lock himself in the bathroom. This was the 80s. No cellphones or Internet or anything. He's a doctor. He knew he couldn't stay in the bathroom for too long without passing out. He got himself together, walked out if the bathroom after a while, grabbed me from my bed (I was 4), and walked out of the house and hailed a cab. To this day, I hate my mother's guts.

Of course.