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  • We'd look through the bathroom window, there was always something funny going on. Such as packs of velociraptors fighting each other, or a mastodon causing wreck on the neighbour's garden.

  • Hopefully through their buttholes, not through their fingers and mouths.

  • We had print media that hadn't died yet.

    That's why the boomers are so mad at younger generations. Used to be you could get a newspaper delivered to your porch daily, and magazines delivered to your mailbox monthly.

    Why didn't they put the newspaper in the mailbox? Because the 12 year old on a bicycle at 4am doesn't have time for your particular brand of bullshit.

    And now, it's all on screens that hurt their eyes. My mom LITERALLY turns on airplane mode, and THEN turns it off. Completely off. Just so she can charge it. When I asked why she does that, she told a room of people "because thats how you charge your phone".

    She then began argueing that airplane mode needs to be on, and THEN power off before you connect the cord. Otherwise you'll use radios and it doesn't charge right.

    The entire room, knowing how crazy she was just nodded their head. Yes mom, that IS how you charge your phone and/or tablet. We're not just saying this because it's easier to agree with you on something that ultimately is harmless vs argueing with you, with no real benefit on either of our ends.

    But yeah. This is how boomers view technology. And print media is dead. You can only read a shampoo bottle so many times before you realize the word "poo" is in the name "shampoo", which you're reading while you poo.

    And thats why boomers are mad.

    • Why didn't they put the newspaper in the mailbox? Because the 12 year old on a bicycle at 4am doesn't have time for your particular brand of bullshit.

      Federal law prohibits anyone from putting materials into a mailbox without postage.

      Otherwise I agree with you.

      • Oh shit.....I didn't know that. And it means I unknowingly committed federal crimes when I was 14.

        I used to write these really fucked up letters, addressed to "Satan, or current home owner" with their address on the envelope. But I never put postage on it. I just put it in their mailbox.

        And what I did was took a jar of strawberry jelly, and let it liquify. Then I'd dip my pinky in the liquid and use that as the "ink". Well on white paper, the whole thing looked like blood. And I would write these nonsensical letters to "Satan Claws". As if he were Santa, and would spread horror once a year on halloween.

        Keep in mind, the whole letter looked like it was written in blood. Then I'd end the letter by saying "This weeks Pokemon of the week is...." and I'd staple a random picture of a pokemon cut out from Nintendo Power.

        I did this once a week every week through summer break 1998.

        The last letter before school started back up just said "Today was a good day, but now I have to die..." and then a "bloody" handprint. No pokemon.

        After that, I never wrote another letter, but everyday in the 1998-1999 school year, I left an apple in his mailbox every week day. No explaination. Then it ended when summer break 1999 started.

        Thats when we picked a random phone number and prank called it every day in the 1999 summer break until they used the police to trace the number and tried to sue my dad. Thats when the judge noticed my dad was a middle aged white guy, not a 1970s street pimp named JaMarcus. The best part is while they were IN COURT I was at Geauga Lake which was an amusement park. While they were in court, I used a payphone to prank call that number one last time.

        I'd never do that stuff today, but I do laugh at how much of an asshole teenage me was. We never did hear from the guy who we wrote letters to, and left apples for. He may have been amused, or he may have disturbed. We'll never know.

    • Because the 12 year old on a bicycle at 4am doesn’t have time for your particular brand of bullshit.

      For 25¢ an hour, little Jimmy better damn well make the time! Sheesh, kids today have no work ethic. Back in my day, we sacrificed our souls to Lucifer Walmart for no pay or benefits and we liked it, just as Y̷̨̮͇͔̼̘̞̞͓̘̠͒͐̆̈̓̈͋̃̀̂̃̒̃͝à̵̛̬̫͈̟ḩ̶̛͕͈͍̳̩̩͎͈̀̈́͌͂͝͝w̸̡͉͚̞̟͔͕̰̭͙͍̦͛ë̸̡͓̼͔̬͇͖͇̖̟͓́ͅh̷͕̮̭̜̥̟̪̞̺̹̯̻̲̳̗̱̼̃̓̅̿̀̆̇͆̂̃̉͐̓̿͝ intended!

  • I would stare out windows a lot while I was in the bathroom. If you stare at leaves in a tree and let your eyes unfocus you can see patterns and shapes. Sort of like looking for shapes in clouds.

    For bathrooms without windows I think I would just use my imagination. I've got a fairly vivid one and just think about random stuff a lot.

    It's hard to remember though. I have heard about people reading the ingredients of chemicals while they go, but I've never personally done that.

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