Spotify made sense to me because I could pay $10/month and have all my music downloaded. That's a lot cheaper than what the data would have cost me to stream.

Spotify made sense to me because I could pay $10/month and have all my music downloaded. That's a lot cheaper than what the data would have cost me to stream. I canceled my subscription after the third freaking time all my music got deleted off my phone for no apparent reason. Found out it had happened on my way to work, as usual, where I spent a 10 hour day putting 100's of identicle parts into boxes with nothing to keep my mind off my lovely mental state. I think I kind of missed the beginning days of YouTube. I knew about it and would use it on occasion, but the internet wasn't fast enough and I much preferred newgrounds and albino black sheep to waiting for videos to buffer. I'm worried about my nephews. They cannot put their tablets down. And it's not exactly education stuff either. We were eating lunch the other day to a video of peppa pig voiced over so that the characters were being mildy crude (butts, poop, etc), interspersed with random clips from all kinds of shows. I'm munching on french fries, watching bits and pieces, and all I could think was that I wasn't high enough for that kind of crap. It seriously looked like something you'd think was hilarious if you were on mushrooms. I just try and remind myself that my parents were worried about the amount of time I was on the internet when that became a thing. When books started getting cheap and popular, the older folks worried that kids in those days were buried in their fiction and not taking notice of the world around them. But when I was younger, I was digging through files and editing shit for my games and making things work, thinking how in tune with the nuts and bolts of technology the next generation would be. Now they're here and if the button for the app doesn't work when they touch it, they don't have any idea what to do. It'll work out. I just don't know how yet. In the meantime, I'll watch them play minecraft and regale them with stories about what it was like when the beta came out when I was in college. Then I'll drag their little butts out of the house and teach them how to climb trees because neither of their parents did apparently.