Bat Out of Hell III: The Monster Is Loose was released in 2006. Jim Steinman wasn’t involved in the production. In fact, Steinman tried to prevent Meat Loaf from using the title, claiming that he had trademarked the phrase “Bat Out of Hell.” Steinman and Meat Loaf came to an agreement in which seven unrelated tracks previously written by Steinman were included on the album in exchange for Mr. Aday being allowed to call it Bat Out of Hell III.
49, and like technology, but Facebook, I don’t get it. Another way to waste time on the Internet is all I need. Between here and Fark I am pretty much internetted out. I like some new music, Eminiem, but most of the stuff on urban contemporary, the appeal is beyond me. My roomie listens to Power 106 (Where hipop lives) and they play the same six or eight songs over and over all day for weeks. Kanye West? He’ll be flipping burgers in a couple of years.
I like a lot of new movies, I like the Coen brothers stuff, I liked Borat, but a lot of movies these days are empty and insipid roller coaster rides with no plot, no character, and way too many damn explosions. Meh on the Dark Night, meh on Transformers, usually my girlfriend picks the movies and they are hit or miss, but she is even more of a fogey at 62, so there ya go.
I’m 28, and I would already consider myself an old fogie. After graduating high school, I didn’t have the pressure to keep up with music, TV, and movies that everybody else watch watching or listening to. I mainly pay attention only to things I actually care about. I’m now realizing that all the pop culture stuff I knew about ten years ago is slowly becoming ancient history.
I’m 36 and couldn’t care less about Facebook, Twitter, et al. I’ll flick through a trashy magazine if there’s one around - but since that tends to be at the doctor’s surgery, most of my ‘celebrity’ news is a leetle bit out of date. 
I can see the appeal of Twilight to teen girls though I’m disinterested in it myself and thought the first movie - we’re not watching the second - was so bad it was actually funny in parts, although it also had me yelling at the TV ‘Oh, poor poor you, with your perfect [freaking] life and two parents that adore you and being the most popular girl at school and having your own car given to you and dating the (supposedly) hottest guy there. Whiny [creature]!’. (Righteous anger leads me into run-on sentences, which I expect leads inexorably to the Dark Side…)
Anyway, if not giving a fig for the latest ‘look at me!’ computer applications or the latest ‘omg my life suxx!’ whine-fest of teens who are usually living a better life than their parents did, or not liking over-the-top melodrama movies means you’re old …then yeah, I’m old.
Ancient. Older than the hills. Fossilised.