The other day Ms M was bemoaning how technologically deprived she was when she was a kid.

Excuse me?

Excuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuse me?

*Marn leans forward in her rocking chair and smacks the floor with her cane for emphasis.*

People, when I was young Mr. Potato Head was NOT some brown lump of plastic with holes that you stuck various plastic body parts in to ... oh no, In MY Day you got a box with various plastic body parts WHICH YOU STUCK INTO A REAL FREAKIN' POTATO!

You would play with said potato for a day or two and then get bored with it, chuck it into your toy box, and it would gradually decompose into a putrid, disgusting ooze of black and yellow goo. Now that's the True Mr. Potato Head experience.

Technology schmechnology.

I pity the child who has never had a toy putrefy.

Speaking of my zygote years (and if a segue this smoove leaves you with an irresistible urge to genuflect, well, hey, who am I to stop you?) I relived them in technicolour yesterday thanks to Ms. Of The Dark who sent me a workout CD that had one set of music completely from the 1950's and early 1960's, when I was a young child.

Prior to yesterday, I had only heard this music through the tiny speakers of cheap AM radios, cars or vintage tee vees. It was a stunning revelation to hear this stuff in its digitally remastered glory.

I am deeply, deeply embarrassed to have to admit that I put "The Little Old Lady From Pasadena" on repeat play. Had it been possible to do "The Twist" on an elliptical machine I'm telling you now that I would have been twisting my little heart out. And when Martha Reeves and the Vandellas sang about "Dancing in the Street"--well, I wanted to.

Oh be quiet.

It gets worse. In the second set she set my Inner Garth free with Tom Cochrane's "Life Is A Highway".

You may not be able to do The Twist on an elliptical machine, but trust me, you can head bang.

--Marn

Mileage on the Marnometer: 67.81 miles (108.3 kilometers)
Goal for 2003: 500 miles - 804.5 kilometers