So, I was at The Girlfriend’s house the other night, idly flipping through the various cable-TV offerings after she’d gone to bed, when I stumbled upon Back to the Future II. And as I was watching Marty McFly running around trying to change history (again!), it occurred to me that the future depicted in this film — the year 2015 — is only eight years away. Eight… years. That’s nothing. That’s less than the lifespan of an overweight house cat.
There are times when I can’t believe I’ve gotten so damn old, or that it happened so damn fast. Somebody had better be working on inventing me a flying Delorean, dammit.
Careful what you wish for. That flying Delorean might take you back to the year 1985!
Actually, I’d probably be okay with that… 😉
I’m okay with just a Hoverboard. Delorean would be nice but I don’t think my kids would like living in the 20’s. or maybe I could just work in the 20’s and come home every night to the future where I have decent heat, electricity the “the office” on the telly.
Whoa, when did we start talking about the ’20s? I may be a hopeless nostalgic, but I’m all for heat and electricity…
Heh…I thought he meant the 2020’s.
See what happens when you start discussing this movie?!?