You realize by the time we whip up a charter and by-laws and terms of usage and a glossary of “geezing” words and phrases it’s going to be time for Matlock?
Drat! Hadn’t thought of that. Maybe we need to jump right into the main business. What was it again?
Since there’s only two of us left, it shouldn’t take too long–seems awfully Calvin and Hobbes-ish at this point; did everyone else die? :eek:
Okay, I’m going to go ahead with one item for discussion that I had hoped would come up in the natural order of things, but hasn’t yet.
The responses to the 5-year-age-group thing, after 463 have had a say, looks like this:
1936-1940 5 1.08% 1.08%
1941-1945 9 1.94% 3.02%
1946-1950 15 3.24% 6.26%
1951-1955 33 7.13% 13.39%
1956-1960 53 11.45% 24.84% <<<
1961-1965 65 14.04% 38.88%
1966-1970 86 18.57% 57.45%
1971-1975 50 10.80% 68.25%
1976-1980 50 10.80% 79.05% <<<
1981-1985 59 12.74% 91.79%
1986-1990 28 6.05% 97.84%
1991-1995 4 0.86% 98.70%
1996-2000 4 0.86% 99.56%
2006-2010 2 0.43% 99.99%
Voters: 463
The <<< marks are there in an effort to slice up the pile into fourths as near as possible. It looks like the people who have voted so far fall into roughly 25% younger than 1980, roughly 25% older than 1960, with roughly 50% in between those years. So, depending how individuals like to define “geezerhood” somewhere around 25% of the ones who like to vote in such things may qualify for the badge of “geezer” – if that appeals to him/her.
I would like to note that I’ve been dialing up the cranky over the past few months. Yesterday I told a child (in front of his mother) that he was being rude. I believe I’m still short of Insufferable (on the official Geeze-o-Meter), but am comfortably in the meaty part of the Crank category.
In an effort to dial back my geezatude, I refuse to wear white sneakers, or socks with my sandals, or to hike my pants up past my navel. I also refuse to ever wear a track suit or any spouse-matching clothing, or to ever remotely consider living in either Florida or Arizona. That’s right: I’m a geezerebel.
Might this be regarded as a reversal of the Peter Pan effect?
At the very least it could lead us to some new terminology with things like:
Geezeropoly – when old folks take over
Geezeromantic – (needs fleshing out; all I got is a name for it)
Geezerine – what makes old folks go
Geezerism – a communications system involving lots of rude language and gestures
Geezeroute – how old folks get home
Don’t expect logic or consistency. What about dozed, past tense of deeze?
Okay, maybe gozed rather than goze.
Geezerpalooza: a concert of covers of songs by Sinatra, Peggy Lee, Andrews Sisters, etc. It could include a mush pit.
A Geezeree: a gathering of older people lying around in oxygen tents, CPAPs and iron lungs.
Apparently, I’m geezer (a shade more geeze) than you, was not familiar with deeze; needs more looking into, as there are different, diverse meanings, each of them boffo in their own way.
A suffix beginning with a vowel (-ology), no “r” on Geeze–Geezology or Geezeolo*gy [is “Geeze” Greek or Latin extraction?]. If suffix starts with a consonant, use “r” then suffix–Geezeroute.
Geezoline–what makes old folks run (as in engine)
Doze is this: Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
I’d vote for goze. “My daddy, the old geezer goze until the day he died.” Of course I generally write arrove instead of whatever others say.
And whoze for the past tense of wheeze. But the above “I’m geezer” should be geezier.
I’m in over my head; we need a linguist or at least an English teacher.
^ That plant is greenier than that one?
HELP!
Geezerama: Flocks of Early Birds at the local Denny’s.
In Brazil, this means something else entirely.
It’s ok to geez if you want, but for gawd’s sake don’t share your works!
No hiked waists, nor socks with sandals.
However, I did my voice at couple of children just last week! "Let me through, will you?, I griped, weaving and darting my way through the crowd in a pedestrian underpass. The kids were dawdling down the steps towards me, holding the handrail at arms length and blocking as much of the way as possible. Nearly missed my train, because the Amtrak agent had given me the wrong platform number, dagnabbit!
And there are only two platforms at Oceanside. It’s not like we’re talking Grand Central here.
I’m gonna hang here and find me a rich Geezerdaddy. 
Geezerama: Farnsworth is dead and everyone else is 90 years old, except Bender, whose ass is not so shiny anymore.
Hey, who’s the skirt?