The Times They Are A-Changin'

Just went through CPR training for work. The first time I did CPR training was in Girl Scouts, I think - sometime in the 70s. I don't really remember the circumstances. I do remember the attitude from everyone, including the trainer, that only the weenies wanted to wipe resuciAnne's mouth with alcohol before being the next person to use her.

They don't even have alcohol wipes anymore. Now it's multiple dummies with multiple faces (and funky it is to be handed a plastic face and have to attach it to the flayed plastic skull!) AND breathing barriers.

It's overkill, but far more sensible than heaping scorn on people who know the basics of disease transmission, which was not a closed book in the 70s.

And our instructer is an ambulance driver, which meant that the rather dry class was peppered with some really interesting personal stories. "If they are breathing, they have a pulse. I don't want to arrive at the scene and discover that the victim is coaching you on how to do CPR on them. Yes, that did happen."

Old Coot Question

I dimly remember once thinking that *I* would never get out of touch. It was so simple to be hip that it must be equally simple to stay hip.

Then I woke up a crabby old coot one day and didn't give a rodent's rump what those young whippersnappers were up to with their 1337 and their hip hop, and their pants falling off showing underwear nobody wants to see. Much less "woot!" 'cause in my day, we could say the same thing with one less keystroke, little missy!

However, I do feel rather obligated to keep up with LJ jargon, what with the being a member and all. So can anyone explain to me the entymology, connotation or even denotation of "pasted on/pasted on yay" and its various misspellings? It's obviously gone beyond the simple "stuck on with glue" meaning.