As I sit here at SFO watching my departure time tick past two hours, I am struck at the the truthiness of the following excerpts from the issue of EW that I’m reading:

…here were the children, who I once believed to be the future, spending all their time figuring out how to make the background of their MySpace page as ugly as possble! So I got a MySpace page. But I had no idea what I was suposed to do with it, and soon abandoned MySpace for Facebook, where at least I can play Scrabble with my friends.

You know who plays Scrabble? Old People.

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So, like-what’s the emoticon for “just shoot me now, because next thing you know I’ll be agreeing with Andy Rooney and eating dinner at 4.30pm?” I’d like to post it as my Facebook status as soon as possible. For reasons I don’t understand, this is how we live now.

God, I’m old.