From one archfiend to another

Last night i had a lot to drink. I hadn't had a lot to drink in a while. Just hadn't been able to. When i went to bed i decided to sleep in the nude, just cuz i hadn't done that in a while. Then this morning i woke up a little chilly and nauseous. And i found these mysterious, menacing scratches on and below my collar bone that looked very demon-induced - totally Rosemary's Baby. Oh, what a genius classic! Rosemary's Baby... That's a dated reference, huh? You know you're getting old when you make references that make kids go, huh? The other night, on the Tonight Show, Jay Leno mocked George Michael who was recently in the news for sleeping at the wheel or something, with the punchline, "Hey, wake up before you go-go." The young folks in the front row were practically silent. I cracked up, of course.

This reminds me. Last week, on the shuttle, there was this really loud, obnoxiously girl who just wouldn't quit yapping. When George Michael's One More Try came on the radio, she giddily sang along. Her friend teased her, questioning her taste in music. "Hey, I like the oldies!" She proclaimed.

Oldies?!! Since when is 80's stuff oldies? When i was growing up, songs from the 50's were oldies. Oh, that's about right. I guess a twenty-year gap is the norm. Damn!