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Every story I see about how we possibly coped without a computer telling us what to do, like, "How did you go anywhere before Google Maps?" makes me want to walk into the sea. It's turning me into Dana Carvey's Grumpy Old Man character. "In my day we memorized everyone's number! And we LIKED it."

We are five years from a trend of "do you love CDs but find it awkward to take them all with you? just rip them and use this fancy MP3 player" only ripping will now be a BluRay player with a USB socket that you plug the MP3 player into, and everything will be electric blue and cost more than $200.

Maybe if we record onto an even more malleable substance it'll sound warmer still. Introducing new Music Gold Experience, for the discerning listener who has all the money but I wants some of it.