Of course, I find nearly everyone annoying…

Seriously, space travel will make living to 1000 much more exciting.

Of course, if you really mean to live a very long time there is one thing you need to do. Learn how to let go.

Last I looked into it the DNA testing showed that a male of Jefferson’s lineage “got it on” with Sally. There are arguments which support, and others which counter, the claim that he fathered children by her.

I haven’t found an argument, at least since the DNA stuff hit the fan, that I find convincing for either case. One of his biographers (maybe it was Alf Mapp but I don’t remember fersure) laid out a timeline case that was pretty convincing but that was, IIRC, before the DNA analysis. If I were on a jury I’d be going the “reasonable doubt” route.

Thanks for the belly laugh. I’m still laughing thinking about that purchase of my “starter home”. It was during a real-estate boom and there were bidding wars on houses. It was frustrating (ain’t thinking back great – it allows one to laugh at things that once seemed like major problems) to look at a listing price and think, “I gotta stretch, and do it quickly, to meet or beat this price” and get out-bid by 10%. Which was immediately followed by, “How the heck can anybody pay that much for a freakin’ shack?”

I’m a tail-end boomer. We’ll die out, don’t you worry, but not before we cause untold pain and suffering ;> (We will, however, leave a lot of assets behind – assuming Uncle Sam don’t nationalize them.)

…or even worse, 1000 Parcheesi Years. Speaking of Parcheesi, is it still in production? What a stupid game.

Spoken like a man who has been ganged up on, by wife and daughters, and ruthlessly abused in a game of Parcheesi. Wanna try Mille Bornes?

…a Cambridge scientist asserts the first person to live to 1000 has already been born…

All I can say is:

Go lightly from the ledge, babe,
Go lightly on the ground.
I’m not the one you want, babe,
I will only let you down.
You say you’re lookin’ for someone
Who will promise never to part,
Someone to close his eyes for you,
Someone to close his heart,
Someone who will die for you an’ more,
But it ain’t me, babe,
No, no, no, it ain’t me, babe,
It ain’t me you’re lookin’ for, babe.

Nope. Woodrow Wilson Smith.

Incidently, there is also speculation that Sally Hemmings herself was a Jefferson descendant.