Monday, June 22, 2009

#1034 Time Shuffles On

Time marches on they used to say. But soon the march turns to a walk, then a shuffle, then we stagger to our final doom.
But along the way we get to experience so much, and so much change. It’s great being part of one of the largest population bulges to age in a long time. Not to mention bulge with age while we’re at it. There are so many things to share and so many people to share it with.
If Facebook had hit the boomer generation the web would be clogged as we speak. Instead the cruise boats are filled with boomers clogging for their health.
That’s the next big rage. Forget jazzercise, forget square dancing for your health. There’ll be Dutch folk-dancing aerobics—clogger-cise.
We boomers got to see a lot. It’s funny then that some of our experiences are being turned into advertisements. We’re hearing aging rock bands cashing in on their one hit wonders to make commercial jingles.
Heck, the one-hit-wonders themselves are headlining at Memory Care facilities where they can get away with playing those same songs over and over and over. And no one complains.
Other outfits are cashing in on just the thought of remembered songs. Blue Oyster Cult’s signature tune has been turned into an ad slogan for people afraid of denture mending.
Don’t fear the repair.
I’m still waiting for a return to the acid-inspired slogans and products of the Sixties. Remember the days of the Flying Burrito Brothers? Now there was a name born in the bubbling cauldron of chemically boiling brain cells.
Or how about the great acid-inspired snack food? Screaming Yellow Zonkers. Do they still make Screaming Yellow Zonkers? Or is the world back to only Cracker Jacks? Worse, has the boring and neutrally-named Kettle Korn replaced them all?
With all the accent on baby boomer cosmetic repair and restoration though, it’s no wonder my mind has an occasional stumble.
I heard someone advertising “laser tag” the other day and my first thought was, what a great idea, a fun game—and it removes unwanted hair...
America, ya gotta love it.

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