That's what she said.
somehow we're only 124th
That's what she said.
Fuck you. We were here first!
Most people 50+ rarely use online,
Get the facts before you sound off and say something dim, otherwise you sound like an OSU student, right? Here they are, from the Pew Internet Project. These figures are pretty fresh, they are from April 2009; nevertheless, the % for older people had gone up 4-6% in the past year, so they might be 1-2% higher than is reported here, and it would be surprising if even the 65+ bracket did not hit the 50% mark sometime in the next 12-18 months.:
As you can see, the only group for whom internet usage is less than 50% is the group over 65.
In other words, most people 50+ DO "use online" [sic]
ME for example.
Thats more than 100%
Its the percentage of people that use the internet in that particular age group
Yeah, what he said.
Honestly, that was the first thing I thought, too.
Site your source grandpa.
....then the source is mentioned in the message - it is from Pew (aka the Pew Internet and American Life Project).
You want a link, happy to oblige:
The most extensive data are in the spreadsheet called "usage over time."
You might want to take a closer look at my username before you decide I'm anyone's grandpa though!
INVENTED THE INTRANETS YOU LOP-EARED SAPSUCKER!
I'm 33. Today is my birthday. This year, for me at least, IS THE YEAR OF CISSOKO!!!!!!
I was born on February 15, 1833, in Boston, Massachusetts, the last of five children - the four before me all girls. My father, being a man of science, firmly believed that the odds were to finally dictate the birth of a long awaited son. He would be named Michael... I was named Michaela.
I just now noticed that R_mahorn1974 posted this thread. Im completely shocked. He's usually the most balanced poster on here.
This has to be one of the most entertaining posts I've read in a while.
Thank you for commiting mgoblog suicide for my entertainment. You've lost more credability on this board than Jim Tressel vs. anyone not in the big 10/mac......
well. have a good day sir.
This isnt him commiting MGoBlog suicide, this is him being himself and just being a complete mo-ron. Go and track him and the kinds of stuff he posts. Nothing new here just par for the course.
Very well, where do I begin? My father was a relentlessly self-improving boulangerie owner from Belgium with low grade narcolepsy and a penchant for buggery. My mother was a fifteen year old French prostitute named Chloe with webbed feet. My father would womanize, he would drink, he would make outrageous claims like he invented the question mark. Some times he would accuse chestnuts of being lazy, the sort of general malaise that only the genius possess and the insane lament. My childhood was typical, summers in Rangoon, luge lessons. In the spring we'd make meat helmets. When I was insolent I was placed in a burlap bag and beaten with reeds, pretty standard really. At the age of 12 I received my first scribe. At the age of fourteen, a Zoroastrian named Vilma ritualistically shaved my testicles. There really is nothing like a shorn scrotum, it's breathtaking, I suggest you try it.
Little OT. Has anyone else come to the conclusion that all those old people in the Bible were counting months not years? In which case I am about 580 or so
Let's count the rings around my eyes.
I was born in 1792 into the highest echelons of the British aristocracy. My family had been one of the principal Whig dynasties in England since the 17th century, and were among the richest handful of aristocratic landowning families in the country, but as a younger son of the 6th Duke of Bedford I was not in line to inherit the family estates.
I was educated at Westminster School and the University of Edinburgh, which I attended for three years but did not take a degree.
John Russell the first
When I started to read this, the first thing that popped into my head was Lord Palmerston, Great Britain's greatest prime minister.
PITT THE ELDER!
Yeah, that's tellin' 'em Barney. Pfft, Pitt the Elder...
but I doubt anyone cares about my age.
Well I don't know about that. Word around the office is you've got a fat...
I've got one too. Maybe we should rub them together. Some oil.
I'm really hoping this isn't supposed to be funny... because "Yes, I do have a fat cock" is definitely the correct response there.
I almost posted my response without the video. Then I thought, this is a bad idea.
that announcer is hot! I wish I worked with her.
I'll be 24 and 1/3 next week
I am, and forever will be, π years old. Suck on that.
In all seriousness, why would you post this?
I am Conor MacLeod of the Clan MacLeod. I was born in 1514 in the town of Glenfinnin, on the shores of Loch Shiel...and I am immortal.