I got new glasses last week. I can't decide if I'm too old for them, or not old enough. They're black plastic frames, and I think it's possible for them to look hip. It's also possible they say, "Medicare".
My sister has just joined Facebook and has been spending time answering the question, "Whatever happened to--?" The idea holds some fascination for me, too, but since I don't particularly want to connect with any of those people, and since I certainly don't want them connecting to me, I have so far managed to resist temptation. All of this is somewhat self-important, since it assumes anyone from back in the day would care to know about me.
I just finished the second volume of Showcase Presents... Wonder Woman -- because one 500 page volume of Bob Kanigher's work isn't enough. This volume re-prints more of Kanigher's doppelganger stories (along with alien invasions and adventures with Mer-boy). Of course, Shakespeare made a lot of hay out of the 'mistaken identity', 'identical cousins' -type plot, too, but Shakespeare's twins were not alien-made robots, living reflections created in a mirror dimension, or contemporaneously existing versions of the protagonist at various life stages. I'm pretty sure that one could make some sort of Freudian subtext out of the Wonder Woman/Wonder Girl/Wonder Tot adventures, or find something important to say about identity as seen in Steve Trevor's interest in Wonder Woman at the expense of alter ego Diana Prince, or something like that. I could probably even do something in the feminist vein about body image, seeing as how WW is variously made fat, made giant (and shown scarfing down Guinness Book-worthy sandwiches), made very tall and thin, etc. However, this is Bob Kanigher, so instead of analyzing, I just sit back and enjoy lines like, "Our Amazon Guinea Pig does not know it--but when the giant-fruit-bullet inside here is fired--it will track her down magnetically."
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