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Originally Posted by Steve Jordan
*sigh*
...try fuzzy handcuffs.
Recently I went to a new friend's house. On one wall was a long waist-high shelf, on which I was told there once resided hundreds of LPs. There, in the middle of shelves now decorated with a few spare knick-knacks and nothing more, sat an iPod in a stereo dock.
Did I think less of the person, because he ditched all those albums for an iPod?
Heck no. I heard what he was playing.
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I completely understand what you are saying with that... however I am guilty of the other end of the coin as well. as a young PFC in Germany, I was one of the only soldiers going to nightschool. my bookshelf, that I had to get special permission to have, was populated with numerous historical and philisophical tracts. those titles got me a LOT of mileage when my area wasn't 100% during inspections.
