Ever hurt your neck merely by waking up?
How about sneezing and pulling a hamstring?
Maybe a good dose of nearly debilitating ankle pain after having to strech ever so slightly to grab a pill that fell onto the counter?
Do you see the UX of this site and get a nostalgic feeling for the way webpages looked back when you also had more than a two-credit-card vertical leap?
If so, you just might have what it takes to join us: The Old School No-Stars.
Here, we fully accept that we are past our physical primes, even though occasionally we can be as great as we were once -- and we do mean once only. And maybe never again.
Gaze upon the glory of our merry band of misfits of wannabes, think-(wrongly)-they-are-bes, and over-the-hill-and-getting-ripped-by-our-children-bes, while we blast the legendary and truly insipring, nay, insightful sounds of Bell Biv Devoe's "Do Me!," Next's "Too Close," and Biz Markie's "Just A Friend".
It may sometimes hurt to move, but we've gained the wisdom ...