Holy Shit! Lookit This!

Technically, forgetting your "website number" can be true. Each domain name is actually a number. But the numbers are converted via a Domain Name Server (DNS) so we mortals can remember GoingLikeSixty.com as opposed to trying to recall http://69.89.31.XXX. (I removed the last three numbers for pseudo-security.)

But on CBS Morning Show when Joe Biden said he forgot the number, he really didn't know what he was talking about.
So Joseph Robinette Biden joins Ted Stevens discussing the series of tubes and Dubya who talked about the "internets" and "the Google."

How many people do you know that would confuse a web address with web number?

These people scare me a lot.

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Boomer and a Half Jerrie Thill, and her Boomer buddy Allee Miller are having a fantissimo LA Thursday night bash. The occasion was the gasification of Jerrie.

Jerrie is 91 and has been a drummer all her life. She led her own all girl bands for 60 years. Like most of us Jerrie didn't have the image of herself dragging around an Oxygen tank to avoid the inconvenience of death.

Her buddy, Allee Miller, encouraged her to embrace her gas (that may be my new mantra) and bling out the tank or haul it around in a kiddie car.

My way in life is to deal with circumstances in the most spectacular way possible. The bottom is as much an opportunity for change and empowerment as the top. Which means that if you can’t breathe without the tank, make that tank work FOR you and not drag you down like the annoying and potentially humiliating chunk of steel and gas that it is.

Allee also made a super cool video for her 91 year old Tanker. Hey Jerrie which debuted at the party. If you know someone who is tanked, forward the link (or this post) so they will  see the first drummer to embrace her tubes. Allee, in her illustrious career, has probably seen her fair share of stuff go up musicians noses. Nice that she is helping out one that is putting the right thing up her nose - a tube from a tank.

Check it out dawg…

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mYZkFOZoP-o

Ooo eee, Baby, open the door...
Baby Boomers and a lot of others never know the Sounds Of Silence. We have tinnitus. Tin-eye-tus, or Tin-it-tus, the organization can't even agree on how it should be pronounced.

But before we go any further, please play this audio file at the lowest possible volume you can and still be able to be aware of it. This is a mix I did of what my tinnitus sounds like - almost. It's about 90 seconds long.
Start playing the file and then read on please.

That's 24/7 in my head. But others hear a whoosing, or a buzzing/clicking, screeching, tea kettle and many others. Short sound files are here.

I hate a silent room. It's never silent. I always have the Bells of St. Mary or Tone Loc with me. I'm so lucky that Nancy likes to fall asleep to the noise of the Tee Vee. My tinnitus starts out quiet in the morning and when my head hits the pillow it is raging.

I'm not whining just to whine.

If you know a Baby Boomer that plays the Tee Vee louder than you prefer, or cranks up the audio player in the car for every song, then you might want to take advantage of a free hearing test the next time the hearing aid place offers it.

Oh, he will HATE it, but if you can convince him to go (and it will always be a him, because we Men Boomers are a stubborn bunch) to take the test to prove