Happy Birthday, Compact Disc. You are now 25 years old, which translated to tech-years and divided by dog-years, means you're about 150.
It's ok, it's been a great ride. I pronounced you dead almost ten years ago, but somehow the world kept creating billions of your cousins and selling them to anyone that would buy.
You were barely 15 years old when medium range digital recording systems bulged beyond your capacity to carry data. Lately, your little (well, bigger in some senses) brother, the DVD, has become the de-facto shiny medium for digital storage. But even your brother's stress is showing - we seem to enjoy movies and music more when they're not attached to shiny things. We like our media on tiny thumbdrives, which now easily carry as much data as your DVD brethren.
Your story is a good one, and I think that's all you can really ask for in this life: A good story to be told about you when you're gone. And make no mistake, Compact Disc - you're good as gone.
Happy Birthday, and thank you for the memories.
Photo by dnldwk.
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