You Know, Sometimes I Do Feel That Old

I miss the days when everyone could just dance around a big black obelisk, then achieve sentience. Dang kids wirh their hippy-dippy loincloths and pointed rocks on a stick, their ruined culture.

Culture, real culture, died when you brats decided that being a single-celled organism wasn't good enough.

Thus spake Zarathustra

I remember my first monolith.

Just look at my profile picture and see if you can guess how I feel about this post.

bum....bummmmm... bummmmmmmmmmm... BAH DAH!