A DS fan is too old when they refer to the mud room in their house as "the foyer."
They're "getting on" when they mistake the thanksgiving turkey log for the Head of Judah Zachary.
They're somewhat diminished if they refer to the back yard gravel pile as "Eagle Hill."
They're beyond "eccentric" if they spend all their time drawing pentagrams on the floor to protect them from the family dog.
They're in need of home care if they start "summoning" their spouse/partner by thinking, "I neeeed yooouuu!"
They're downright senile if they refer to their mobile home as "The Great Estate."
They're beyond the pale when they consult the local junior college liberal studies professor about being bothered by some "Dream Curse."
They're ready to be carted away if they start seeing a "parallel universe" on the other side of the shower curtain.
They're ready for the boneyard if they start referring to their bedroom as "the coffin room."
They're too far gone if they find lime green frocks strangely irresistible.
Petofi