bwahahaha

fake.

 

I post the following, not because I find it to hold some great truth, but merely because I am amused by the idea of a little Gen-X flexing. There aren't a whole lot of good memes which mock our generation. I guess Karen counts, though that's not really a generational thing as much of a Karen thing.

Anyway...

 

I identify with that a lot even though I'm what you might call an "Xennial" the micro-generation born from 77-83.

 

Yes. Xennials need more love.

 

Jesus, MORE labels? I'd never even heard of a Xennial.

Why does everything need to be precisely labeled to such a high degree of resolution?

But sure enough. Wikipedia: "Xennials (also known as the Oregon Trail Generation and Generation Catalano) are the micro-generation of people on the cusp of the Generation X and Millennialdemographiccohorts."

And, of course, "cusp" then hotlinks to an even MORE specific label: "A cusper is a person born near the end of one generation and the beginning of another. People born in these circumstances tend to have a mix of characteristics common to their adjacent generations, but do not closely resemble those born in the middle of their adjacent generations."

Dafuq? Am I a cusper? I don't feel like a cusper.


No. Just no.

 

Part of the reason “Xennials” is a thing is that this micro-generation has a really unique combination of experiences where they are old enough to remember classrooms and homes without ubiquitous electronics and technology, buy are young enough to be generally tech-savvy. This micro-generation experienced the explosion of electronics, technology, and the internet in their formative years.

I’ve seen the date range listed as 78-85. I’m an ‘83er and am a proud Xennial. My wife was born in 84 and I’d say she very much falls into this generation...she’s definitely not a millennial...she hates taking selfies...

 

There's a huge difference between someone born in 82 and even 85.

It's more about the technology, music, and even the programming one watched on TV growing up that shaped each.

Someone born in 85 could have gone their entire college years being on Facebook/Social Media then moved back home with mom/dad, someone in 82 would never of used it until after graduation and getting a full-time job; living alone.
Someone born in 85 could have gone their HS years with a personal cellphone, someone in 82 would have had access to a beeper.
Someone born in 85 could have grown up not watching Saved By The Bell.
Someone born in 85 could have a favorite boy-band, someone born in 82 would tend to have a favorite band band.

 

'82 here. I was on the 5.5 year plan so people were just starting to talk about Facebook my last year in school. I didn't end up getting a Facebook account until 2011 I think.

I'm just looking for a good way to get easy access to bands, comedians, event, schedules without having to individually track a bunch of websites, and I'll likely delete all my social media stuff. I already don't look at IG, and only use Twitter to follow comedians and the NBA. Facebook is for memes and too laugh at people who can't stop posting political stuff like it's going to change anyone's mind.

 

Cusper of '84 - I remember that you could never really tell who someone was based on their online username for my first few years of the internets - we had "creative" or otherwise cautious/cynical names like "Fooger03" - but it seems like those who joined in merely 2-3 years later had screen names like "DavidSmith_03_12_1988_SSN_123-45-6789"

 

rofl.

 

I was really quite pissed that I didn't score an invite to gmail until after Jperez was already taken. That was the first time I'd ever encountered that.

When signing up for a VAX account back in college (1995), we got to pick our usernames. I was pinhead@ufl.edu. It was kind of an inside joke- a couple of years prior, there'd been a hacking incident at a BBS which I frequented, done by someone called Pinhead. The sysop (incorrectly) blamed me for it, which led to some degree of notoriety in the local community.

Obviously I wasn't thinking about the fact that I'd later be using that email account to communicate with people who wouldn't get the joke, and in contexts in which being "pinhead" might not be appropriate.

What was really funny, though, was that about a year after that, I got an email from a guy I didn't know. He was an incoming freshman, who'd gone to the data center to sign up for his account (back then you physically wrote your desired username and password on a yellow form and handed it to a person at a desk), and was furious when he found out that pinhead@ufl.edu was already taken. How dare I steal his username?

Guess who the guy turned out to be?


Ever few years after graduation, I logged into that account for nostaliga. Seems that the university never purges them. And it actually kept working until just a couple of years ago! The system had long been migrated off of VMS and onto a Unix cluster, but you could still telnet to grove.ufl.edu, and find yourself the old cozy ole' AT&T System V Unix shell, until fairly recently. Pine, trn, Lynx... It was all there, man. Even the last few .lzh files I'd sucked down.

 

Leete is my actual last name. Imagine the flak I took for using it, back when "l33t h5ck3r" was typical.

 

K1ng0fL33t has a nice ring to it.

 

prove me wrong.

 

 

You should change your name to Igor Michele (mee-shell) Leete - IMLeete and change your career to Russian enforcer/hacker.
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We've all got that one friend.

I've posted this lady before. Someone I know in real life, and respect her technical abilities, but she's on a mission to let the whole world know that she's a "COVID long-hauler" (someone who has been sick continuously for months) and that it's all Trump's fault.

Sometimes, she makes it too easy:




So, to summarize:

COVID-positive liberals: "We're suffering from hallucinations, delusions, and paranoia!"

Also COVID-positive liberals: "You need to listen to us seriously, we're not making this up! It really is a huge Republican conspiracy!"

Ah... no. Sorry, Ry, you can't have it both ways.