I actually got rid of all my old MP3s years ago. Not because I regret acquiring them, but because the quality sucked. Even 320kbps. You can’t tell CD from MP3 through my stereo, or in the car. But it is really obvious through my headphones, and ruins my critical listening experience. Had to re-rip all of my CDs to lossless, and lost all the ones I didn’t have CDs for.

I have a copy of Popular Science from May of 1958, and they talk about nuking the moon twice, then building a missile base on it. That seems way more realistic.

If I don’t know how to identify or deal with my own feelings, how can I support my bros? I bottle things up because if I can not care about my problems, nobody else will have to either. But I’m at the point now where I don’t even know that I have problems before things get to panic attack levels, or I find that an innocuous sentence might bring me to tears every few years. I feel like Data when he gets random hits from the emotion chip.

I think i have more Laserdiscs than Blu-rays