Progress

I got my new Flogging Molly CD in the mail yesterday. I'd been waiting for it for a long time because it came with a special concert DVD and a t-shirt. And I also got a record. WTF? How the HELL am I supposed to listen to The Worst Day Since Yesterday on a record? I don't even have a record player to spin vinyl.

The problem is I didn't even know it was an option to get a record. I'm so far past that technology that it didn't even occur to me. It reminds me of the story about how Native Americans didn't recognize Columbus' ships as ships because they didn't understand what they were seeing (presumably false - based solely on how idiotic it sounds, but it's a good analogy). The only use a record serves is as a historical lesson to Eryn about what music used to be served upon in the old days back when I listened to Kirk Douglas singing A Whale of a Tale on 20,000 Leagues Under the Sea (remember that LissyJo?). They might as well have printed the lyrics on the shirt - they'd have been of more use in that format.