No generation has escaped it - one morning, your skill with the eight-track or the record player or the cotton gin suddenly ceases to impress. It's just one of those inevitable disappointments that come with growing up, like the realization that Santa doesn't exist or the way that music always takes a turn for the worse after you turn 30.

Some information is important, and some is not, and intelligence consists in knowing one from the other.

Once, as my New Year's Resolution, I telephoned the Extenze Male Enhancement hotline every day for a month.

Good laughs melt out of memory pretty quickly.