It's official: I'm old

I've seen the shirts. I've heard the references to skills in magic and a delicious bass. And I finally the saw Napoleon Dynamite this week and I didn't get it. There were a few surreal moments in the film that I enjoyed—especially the scenes at the chicken farm. But a few sparks does not a movie make. My only conclusion is that I've passed some cranky threshold and I'm not to be trusted.
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