Never mind the do-it-yourself vasectomy angle. I’d like to point out what’s really interesting about this video. Stay with me, here, I’m going to be talking ancient history. You know, stuff from way back when, in the murky past before even Facebook was a thing. I’m talking old, man. Anyway, people, at one time, used to dig big holes in the ground, line the hole with concrete, fill them with water, and then occasionally swim in them. No, really, I’m not making this stuff up. People actually did that.
You know, I occasionally try to tell young whippersnappers that swimming pools weren’t always just for skateboarding, but they don’t believe me. They think I’m even crazier when I tell them that people used to talk directly into their cellphones, and even receive phone calls, instead of typing little messages and looking at other people’s meals on them.
(Thanks to old friend Charles Schneider for sending that one along)
I met a car repairman once. Well, he used to be a car repairman. This video reminds me of the time he quit his job. On a bright and sunny afternoon, he had an argument with his boss while working under my car. Then, he quit, rolled out on his creeper and took off like these guys did. He basically invented this skateboarding stuff. Everybody went crazy over it. Skateboarding was the bee’s knees.
Me, I couldn’t care less about his skateboards. I just want my car back!
Why do people climb Everest? The original answer to that question was, “Because it’s there.” True enough at the time. But so many people have climbed it at this point that they’ve worn steps all the way up it. There’s a Starbucks at the top. If you ask me, it’s not really “there” anymore. Legions of people in spangled Gore-Tex have worn the “there” right out of it.
I have a soft spot for skateboarders. Back in the day, I used to skateboard at the Boston Common. People would grumble a bit, but no one called the cops on me or anything. I never bumped into anyone, and I minded my own business. Every once in a while, someone would see me rollin’, but instead of hatin’, they’d ask me if they could give it a go. …