The Computer Buzz
||August 6th, 2009|
Nome and Paul Van Middlesworth - owners - The Computer Factory
Old Farts Forever
I asked Nome to help me pick a
topic for this week's column.
She said, "Why don't you do a hit
piece on Mother Theresa and the
I was stunned.
"Why on earth would you suggest
such a thing?" I asked.
smiled brightly "I thought since
you've already trashed everyone in the
computer industry, that you might
need some fresh meat for the column."
"I have not trashed everyone," I said
"Really?" She continued,
"so far this year you've ripped
into, Fry's, Best Buy, Bill Gates,
Steve Jobs, Microsoft, Apple, AOL,
Dell, Compaq, Gateway, H.P., IBM, and Intel. Who's left?"
"Well I'm certainly not going to do
Mother Theresa," I said lamely.
"Besides, she's dead."
sighed, "I'm surprised a little thing
like that would stop a real curmudgeon
"I see where this is going," I said.
“You're trying to paint me as a
grumpy crank that revels in the past
and snorts at everything new. Well
that dog won't hunt."
"Oh really?” Nome pursued, "last
week a carload of teenagers in a
Toyota with tiny tires scraped its bottom
while pulling out of our parking
lot. Do you remember what you
"Sure, I said that those stupid
undersized tires were a dumb,
Nome smiled. "Remember your
1951 Mercury? It was painted
metallic lilac, the top was chopped, it
was lowered to within an inch of the
ground, it had no door handles and
you could hear the mufflers in the
next county? That's what I call
thing," I said, "The Merc was cool."
"How do you like Rap music?" She
"It's not music," I snorted.
“How about tattoos?" she continued.
"They look great on drunk sailors and redneck truck drivers," I
"So would you say that the younger
generation is different than your generation?"
I thought about that
one for a minute but I couldn't
help falling further into Nome's
"Yep, they’re worse" I said, "We
grew up in small towns and neighborhoods.
You couldn't be a jerk because
everybody knew everybody. Today
nobody knows anybody; you can
spend a whole day out and never see a
familiar face. People are rude and
intolerant because there's no accountability,
"OK," said Nome "Let's summarize.
You don't like new fads, or
music and think the younger generation
is going to hell, but you are not a
"That's right. Age and experience
have made me wiser and more discriminating.
Been there, done that,
got the T-shirt," I said.
Nome pressed on.
would you call a person your age who
actually enjoys contemporary pop culture?"
I could feel the tide turning
my way. "I would call that person
a case of arrested development,"
I said triumphantly.
Nome's eyes narrowed "I see,"
said she. "And what do you call
people like you?"
I knew that one
"We're old farts plain and simple,
and we outnumber the rest of you in
our age group ten to one."