The Linux boys on this site actually make me want to try it less.

They're the Rick and Morty fans all over again.

I prefer the movies of Makoto Shinkai to Hayao Miyazaki these days.

I'll always love Spirited Away and My Neighbour Totoro, but Shinkai is so consistent.

Just like last time.

And the time before that when he actually won.

Like a great big heavy Furby.

At least that way I can have the proper versions of Star Wars.

But if you go to another site, Google will have to pay them when they show you adverts!

It's based on the same stuff as CDs and DVDs.

I don't think they last forever, but if the CDs and DVDs aren't failing in mass numbers yet, I don't see why the Blu-ray discs would be.

Estimate for CD lifespans was in the 100 year range, but the only way to really put that to the test is to try them in 100 years.

How they're stored probably plays a major role as well. Most of mine are just stored in my living room in the boxes they came in. If you leave them lying in direct sunlight, or attics and garages at unusual temperatures and humidity levels, they'll likely die a lot sooner.

It's just a bad material that's cheap to make things out of.

Once used, to my knowledge, it can't be reused as the same thing, so they "recycle" it into road surfacing etc, which I'm sure doesn't end up fragmenting into tiny bits over the years and ending up in water sources...

And I'm not sure there's a good way to get away from it completely. Even drink cans have a small layer of plastic inside to stop it reacting with the metal. Glass is probably the most environmentally friendly (if you just wash and reuse), but a bitch to get it back in one piece.

Time to tax the ever loving shit out of plastic tbh. And yes, prices will go up, but you know what? They go up anyway. They can only take as much as we have, and they're already taking it.

As I was preparing to get off the train, I heard the man next to me say "hublublublubluh".

I looked over. He was lying down.

"hublublublubluh" he repeated, and this time I got to witness the exit of pints of beery vomit onto the floor.

The train stopped. The vomit rushed across the floor under other people's feet and bags. As I got off I noticed the smell.

Really glad that was my stop.

That's for recordable discs.

Google Currents

They probably just renamed it to Google Raisins.

That's my pet hate with everything.

A mouse doesn't need an account. Just let me install the shit and configure it you fucks.