You know, it could be worse. 2017 will be the 30th anniversary of Jaws: The Revenge.
Another shock: when a hot young chick who’s serving you in a store calls you “dear”, and it’s not for the reasons you would like. It’s because you remind her of her grandfather.
Nope. 1701-1800, hence, Eighteenth Century.
OK.
Doesn’t alter the point that the turns of the Centuries were about 114-115 & 214-215 years ago. Not 320 years ago which would support that guy’s contention about needing to be 160 to have one’s birth be halfway back to then.
There’s an area in my town where there used to be a 7-11. It eventually got sold off and turned into a “Kwik E-Mart” (Individually owned convenience store) Then it got turned into an Italian restaurant, until finally, many years later, the building was tore down only to have rebuilt in it’s place…
A 7-11.
It’s the circle of life man.
I was born closer to the assassination of Archduke Franz Ferdinand than today. But not by much.
People younger than me are old enough to be elected POTUS. That really screws with my head. Why are we allowing these whippersnappers that kind of responsibility? Will the Secret Service taser me if I ask the president to get off my lawn?
I mean, I still feel like a kid. So something is very wrong here.
No, really, this a problem for me. I don’t really trust people who are younger than me, and that is getting more and more impractical for every passing year.
Yeah, my math was a bit off. I was thinking 60-some years to 1899, then add 100. Realized it later, too lazy to post a correction. There are enough pedants on here to correct things for me.
Not until it swims up and bites you in the ass.
My high school class has a FaceBook page. For a few months last year, it felt like a new person joined every week. 
It was pretty depressing for a while.
Right up there with the young cute guy calling you ma’am. And you realizing that you’re his mom’s age. (And by “you”, I mean “me”.)
I’ve said it before , but here’s what sealed the deal for me:
I see some college-aged hottie yakking with a woman obviously her Mom. And the first thought that popped into my head was “Damn, Mom’s hot. I oughta …” Followed a few seconds later by “Hey, wait a minute. What about daughter?”
Mum took me to see the local Coronation parade. I was a month old. I don’t remember it - I think I may not have been paying attention. 
I just think of myself as 21 with *mumble *years of on-the-job experience.
Saw this on a marquee outside a dentist’s office recently:
I’m not OLD, I’m 25, plus shipping and handling!
A Jacquard loom had a higher clock speed than the machine I learned on. And more system software also.
As for seeing a few cycles, for many people of it is not on the IEEE Xplore electronic library it does not exist. So I’m the obnoxious person who tells people they should reference papers from 30 years ago, or worse, stand up in conferences and tell a bright young author that his idea got implemented 30 years ago and didn’t work then either.
I turned 60 today.
To mark the occasion, Mr. Ko and I plan to eat pizza and watch MST3K (The Screaming Skull). Life is good. 
I was born closer to the famed eruption of Krakatoa, than to today. I find the thought rather pleasing.