Sorry babes but as someone who lived lug around 500 cds they can die. To me lps are at least pretty and pretentious like a fine wine. Cds have no point
the point is cds are sexy as hell. sorry you dont know what sex is.
The real point is that you OWN a CD. You do NOT own anything digital you purchase.
Google Play stole hundreds of dollars worth of music I paid them for from me by forcing me to upload it to YouTube Music (or lose it entirely) which is behind a subscription paywall, requiring me now to pay more money every month if I want to listen to MY music I PAID for without constant advertising.
You do not own anything digitally purchased. It can be taken back from you at any time and it is fully legal for big corporations to do so for some reason.
CDs can’t be taken from you unless they come into your house or car in person to physically pry them out of your cold dead hands.
That’s why the resurgence. As funny as that person’s reply to you was, it’s not in fact because they look sexy. It’s because you actually own them.
Look- CDs are your friend. CD-ROMs and CD drives with the capacity to burn? Are your friends with benefits.
Can anyone teach me how to burn Digital only songs into CDs?
i can ask my dad!! i think you need a certain piece of hardware, but i dont think its difficult!
Yeah you’re right. It WOULD be pretty fucked up if you were a swan but you were raised by ducks and you grew up never seeing another swan or even knowing that such a thing as a swan even existed so you just thought you were a duck with something super wrong with it.
“Mom, there’s someone under the bed.” You bend down and see your son there instead and he whispers “Mom that’s not me up there!” You take a step back when someone tugs your shirt. You turn, your son is in the closet asking “who are they?” You suddenly hear him calling from downstairs “Mommy?”
You sigh, raising your voice so that all of your sons can hear you. “All right, everyone into the kitchen. Now.” Hearing a shuffle in the attic, you add, “Yes, Duncan, that includes you.”
You don’t see any movement as you go down the stairs, but you’re used to that. You know they’ll all be there by the time you walk through the kitchen door.
As usual, your children have all fitted themselves into the kitchen. The dimensions of the room are a little wobbly with so many of them present, but you’ve long ago learned to ignore how the laws of physics only occasionally apply to them. A host of little faces look up at you anxiously, and you smile gently.
“It’s okay, none of you are in trouble,” you reassure them. They relax - and how astonishing is it, that they trust you so much? You’re so proud of their progress.
One, however, still looks nervous. You beckon him forward, and he comes reluctantly, shoved by his identical older brothers.
“Are you new?” you ask carefully.
He nods, and you drop to one knee. “It’s okay, sweetie,” you tell him firmly. “I love all of my sons, even ones I haven’t met before. Ask your brothers, they’ll tell you.”
“’m here because I heard you were nice,” he says in a tiny voice.
You open your arms, offering a hug but waiting to let him decide whether he wants one. This child must have seen hugs before, because he flings himself into your arms and starts crying. That’s good. Some of your sons are traumatised from what they’ve seen, knowing more slaps than kisses.
Eventually, the sobs dry up, your other kids patiently waiting for your attention again. “Why do we look like this?” he asks, curious.
“Because this is what the first of you looked like - Wilson, where are you?”
A hand raises from the crowd and waves energetically.
“Wilson took on my son’s form to play Child or Double. Calling from downstairs when my son was in bed, getting tucked in when the child I bore was playing out in the garden. Once I figured it out, I hugged him and told him that as far as I was concerned, I now had twins. It took him some time before he believed me.”
Wilson shrugs unrepentantly.
“When my son died, Wilson stayed. It helped, having one of my sons with me while I grieved. Then another of you began to turn up, and I had twins again. Then more. Until now, when I have more of you than will technically fit in my kitchen.” You give your sons a look of motherly disapproval, but they only giggle. They know you don’t mind.
“It’s not like you need to feed us!” calls out one of your bolder sons. Eric, probably. Your newest, unnamed child looks up hesitantly, then steps out of your arms to join his brothers. Lucas might be a nice name, you think idly. You don’t have a Lucas yet.
“That does help,” you admit. You put steel into your next words. “However, there are Rules in this house, and one of them is no messing around at bedtime. I know that bedtime is a traditional time for the Child or Double game, but four of you is pushing it.”
You’d say more, but there’s a knock at your back door. You turn to answer it, knowing that your sons will have evaporated before your fingers grasp the handle, and brace against the cold night air as you pull the door open.
Two identical little girls stand there. One has a bruise on her cheek, and has clearly been crying recently. The other - the other is a Doubler, just like your sons. After this long, you can tell the difference.
“Please,” the Doubler says, and her voice trembles on the word. “Please. She needs somewhere to stay.”
Part of you is shocked, already looking ahead to the potential legal issues. The rest of you is all mother, and you whisk her into the nice warm kitchen and get her a glass of water.
Your son’s bed will be occupied by someone else tonight. You think he’d have been okay with that.
Why are these headlines worded in a way that spotlights the zoo’s “insistence” that the bears are real, instead of the people who have decided the bears are people in suits? Why is this newsworthy, anyway
USA Today is also being weirdly sympathetic toward the bear truthers??? It’s not a “debate” it’s just a few idiots on Twitter randomly deciding an animal that you can google is a hoax.
I might as well say it, since we’re all thinking it, right? This is 100% because it’s in China and Americans for some fucking reason imagine China as a comically repressive dystopia where the people are as innocent as newborn babes about a ludicrous array of widespread and unremarkable things because of the government’s “propaganda”
Regardless of what anyone else is saying about it either way, I’ve seen the videos in question, and I have also seen hours of video coverage of sun bears (and other bears) in zoos in the USA and the UK, as well as many kinds of bears in the wild.
Comparing them, I am absolutely certain that the sun bears in the videos referenced above are, in fact, people in bear suits. If you’ve ever seen footage of real bears, you can see that these are not at all built like bears, they’re not proportioned like bears, they don’t move like bears, they don’t stand like bears. They’re built like people, they’re proportioned like people, they move like people, they stand like people. I believe 💯 that are people in bear suits, looking out through a dark mesh placed at the neck, above the gold crescent, much the way some giant-headed sports mascots do.
{shrugs} I suppose it’s cheaper and easier than trying to main actual bears in what may be a very low-budget zoo.
Do you have any idea how expensive and difficult it would be to create multiple bear suits that realistic
I watched the video again and y'all. that is obviously a bear. you can literally see the way the skin and muscle on its face moves and the slobber on its jowls. Get better conspiracy theories
Sun bears really are that weird.
I’m sure the bear truthers would be fine joining the sun bears in the pit then if it’s just a guy in a suit…
I love this shit lmao people just can’t handle that sun bears just fucking look like That, they’ve always looked like that, they’re never gonna stop Looking Like That
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