
My bridge covering the gap from the younger generation of bitterness to the older generation of bitterness is suspect at best.
I have lived in 40 different years, 5 different decades, two different centuries and 2 separate millenniums. Guess what though, who cares? It’s not the years of bitter experience that allows me to be the unique voice of bitterness to youth of today, and the “more experienced” generations. I am the bitter bridge that spans the gaps between the two because two unfortunate things. The time I was born, and the time when I went to college. You need an explanation? Sure. Here you go.
I was born and grew up in the Pre-Bitterbenzoic era, where black, white and grey were the only colors. If you don’t believe me, check the photo of me as a baby (I don’t have one, you’re on your own there). Only black, white and grey. You want further proof? Find out how to time travel, possess me as a baby and look at the world from my perspective. I’ll give you a minute…. Okay. Got it? See any colors? I didn’t think so.
So what does college have to with anything? When I started college in 1991, phones were unique gadgets with cords that allowed you to make a phone call. In college, that came in handy for things like calling you parents when you were 800 miles away, or calling your boss to tell them that you were faking sick for the 5th time. The best feature of the phone was the lack of caller ID, which made stalking girls easier. But on the other hand, when the phone rang it could have been the President of the United States, your mom, or your idiot neighbor playing a prank. That made it really hard to answer the phone like a jerk.
By the time I ended college in 1998, phones were not only cordless, but they could be taken anywhere and they started having features on them, besides allowing you to make a phone call. Caller ID, voicemail, and even screens with things on them. In other words, it took away almost all of my excuses to avoid people.
When I started college in 1991, there was a computer lab in my school(I think). But what was it good for? The only thing I used computers for was games(computers games were lame back then) and writing papers. Because of the severe allergies I had to writing papers in my freshman year, I avoided the computer lab like a pin at a bowling ball convention. Besides, I had this amazing “word processor” (it had a black background and orange font and that was its sole purpose. Only $700.) that my sister lent me. If I needed to do a paper that was due in 2 hours, I could just make up some words, slap some paper in this thing and turn in my completely terrible piece of writing, and get me a solid D-. I didn’t need a stinking computer. I had bitter things to do like starting food fights in the cafeteria (true story) or playing the dangerous sport of dorm hall football.
When I left college in 1998, I not only had my own computer, but it had the internet, Windows 95, and I was chatting, emailing and power pointing at cyber people like a boss, on screaming fast 28k dial-up. I was bitter enough like the kids that the internet wasn’t fast enough, but also had a bitter understanding of the old people getting cranky because the kids had this stuff handed to them from the moment they were born.

Don’t be jealous of my “Ghetto Blaster” that caused a hernia just so I could play an awesome cassette. Or my fresh threads.
As a new college student, I was busting out music gangster style on cassettes. The advantage to having cassettes of course, is the fact that I owned the music. Of course, I needed a cool sounding machine to run the cassette, nicknamed a “Ghetto Blaster” or “Boom Box”. As cool as Ipods are because they could store a billion songs on one tiny device, they couldn’t compete with a nicknames of the machines that could ruin your shoulder just by showing them off. I never see people busting out their Ipods, or Iphones going, “Hey, who wants to do a rap battle?” The best part about getting sick of a song back then, was finding the song on the tape. It wasn’t the inconvenience of pushing a few buttons, but the inexact science of rewinding and hoping and praying you pushed the play button at the exact right time, only to realize the song was on the other side of the tape. Priceless.
In 1998, I was stealing music off the internet, overcrowding my computer with MP3’s and still having trouble finding the music I wanted.

Picture of me in college. Neck, face, hair(loss) and belly have changed, but the expression is the same, classic Bitter.
What else changed between the beginning of college and the end? How about my face, neck, hair(loss), and of course belly of the Baron of Bitterness himself. When I started college, I was a gangly 6’1 160 lbs. weakling that could run a mile in about 6 minutes. I could dunk a basketball when the rim bent slightly lower than the standard 10 feet and I could avoid breathing super heavily when speeding around campus…in my car.
At the end of college, in 1998, I was a 6’1 250 lbs. weakling that couldn’t run a mile, couldn’t dunk on a 5’0 hoop in NBA Jams, and got winded going from my room to get a hot pocket in the kitchen.
When I started college, finding a job was hard because I had to go to dozens of stores, ask for an application, hand the potential employer a resume that they would avoid and never call you.
In 1998, when college ended, finding a job was hard because I had to go on the internet, fill out dozens of applications, attach my resume on an email to the potential employer they would avoid me and never email me.
So because of my experiences in college, that spanned from the pre-internet world to the world of gadget avalanches, I have a unique perspective of how to be bitter about both time periods. In other words, as the Official Bridge Gapper of Bitter Generations, don’t mess with my ability to be bitter about any of your first world problems. Don’t battle with the Bitter Baron or you will get served…some rhubarb.
Arrrghhhh
Bitter Baron Ben
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7 years for college? You must be soooooo smart. Also, that is a white man’s overbite if I ever saw one.
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Actually 5. Two years on a mission for my church, then came back and finished. That hair was ridiculous if that is what you mean by man by my overbite. I just couldn’t believe I had hair back then.
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My college offered a free email account. I wondered why I would want one??! I mean really… Who the hell would use that over beautiful handwritten letters???
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In high school I would spend hours writing crazy 10-15 page letters to friends that lived in neighboring areas. It is a shame what a lost art those things are.
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We would pass the same notebook back and forth… Old school texting!
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I was too busy paying attention in class…to the hot girls…
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Screaming fast 28k dialup cracked me up! Though I would like to add that when my Walkman used to run down its batteries and you used to have to hold your finger on the fast forward button a teeny bit to make the song sound right again made me very bitter did you have the same problem? Made being tone deaf a non issue though, Great Post! 11 stars 🙂
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The walkman thing with batteries was such an ordeal too. Just the fact that we had no rechargeable batteries too. The sacrifices we made to listen to our music! Astonishing!
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It seems that in many ways, college ruined you. After all, you could run a mile in 6 minutes when you started and couldn’t when you finished. I bet you really feel bitter now a days trying to play music and get your iPod to somehow stay up on your shoulder.
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There was something kind of charming about putting the old ghetto blaster on your shoulder and blaring your music. But being a shy and unpopular kid, I never really did that anyways. It just looked glamourous in TV and movies at the time.
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Charming is not the word I might choose – I’d go more for abrasive. But then, I guess that makes me sound…bitter.
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I would go more with obnoxious. Also makes me bitter.
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I still remember when we recorded music from the radio on cassette and how hard it was to chatch the right moment… 😉 Nice student pic!
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That pic shocked me that I actually used to look like that. I got a few more from a friend at that time and I always seemed to be making the bitter face!
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Hey ! You know you can treat yourself with a little trip to Paris thanks to us : http://sousnoscouettes.com/ …
And you’re back for dinner : we promise !
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Now I just need to learn French so the people there can understand me.
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I love your positive attitude Ben 😉
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I actually don’t have a positive attitude. I heard the other day someone say they didn’t like my voice. I was trying to think of how I could change it for them. Then I went ahead and didn’t change it.
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In France, that’s definitely a positive attitude 😉
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Maybe I should move to France where I am more free to be bitter.
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You should at least think about it …
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I thought about it. I’m sure they is a nice canoe I can use to get there and a nice street available for all my stuff .
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😉
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When I went to college MTV still played music videos and cells phones were really really big. Like, bigger than your boom box. In fact I thought that was my old cell phone.
I’m not the least bit bitter about my so called college experiences. I’ll bet no one else had a professor who started the year with a long rambling tale about his encounter with aliens. In Pasadena. Mix tapes were the least of it. I still have a working boom box. And mix tapes. My iPod shuffle? Yeah, it broke after only 3 years of use! So I say FIE! Fie on your fancy ass new fangled….shit. I sound like an old fogey. I’m going to make rice pudding.
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I was born in Pasadena. Do you remember when I ran away for no reason to the elementary school playground? What a crazy night that was right?
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I should’ve known you were a rhubarb fan.
Nothing is as singular as the sound of dial-up internet—or the sense of accomplishment when you rewind your cassette tape to the exact spot you wanted on the first try. The things these dagum kids are missing…
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Things like what a floppy disc is. No it isn’t the save button. And the joy of carrying your music on your shoulder instead of in your pocket.
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rhubarb? like in strawberry-rhubarb pie?
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no like a very bitter rhubarb on it own, without anything sweet.
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I started college a year before you and actually remember hosting a party in my apt in 1991 and scored the coup of having BOTH the Nirvana tape and the Red Hot Chili Peppers because we were so cutting edge. Also, we had to register OVER THE CORDED PHONE for classes, and if your class was full, you had to have a backup choice at the ready. BTW, all these WordPress peeps who were BORN then–I want to cut them.
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Apparently 1991 was an emotional year for some people. It made people want to cut each other and be born.
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I like having a cell phone. But in the 1960’s when you were in the middle of nowhere you didn’t worry about whether or not yo were going to get stuck.j We didn’t know any better. 🙂
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You also didn’t have to worry about if you would have coverage in those wi-fi deficient places in the middle of nowhere.
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Nor could you call for help if you didn’t have a dime to put into the pay phone. You’d have to worry about whether or not there was a single person on Earth who would accept your collect call.
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But when cell phones came into existence there was the threat of getting cancer if you held it to your head too long.
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Ah! The elimination of the weakest in the gene pool by the elite. 🙂
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Now it is a darwin thing. Kids not looking up while they are texting and getting run over, etc…
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Absolutely!
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And that is funny to watch.
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Nice picture! Too bad there are no baby pics!
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As you read, you were supposed to go back in time and possess my baby form in order to see black and white. But alas, I may be able to be talked into finding a bitter baby picture if I ever get enough likes on the page.
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funny as hell. I am super envious of fine threads and ghetto blaster. I am a little bitter about it already.
I love that you conjugated “to lend” correctly. It’s not the 40 days of Loan after all!! 😉
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I have no idea how it conjugate anything. Must have been a fluke. What does conjugate mean again?
Most people should be jealous of my fine threads and my wicked moppy haircut too.
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You don’t know nothin’ from bitter. I lived in a time where if you wanted pizza you had to go to Italy! And there weren’t no fancy jet planes either, you had to swim!
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I know of Italy. And I grew up in the era where they had oceans. See, I can relate to anyones bitterness.
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I was born in 1991. You were starting collage. Back then, I was untested in the bitter trials of the world. I enjoyed reading about your experience with them however. I also sighed bitterly when I read the bit about your 28K internet from 1998. Well here’s some shocking news for you: It’s 2013, and we still have 28K internet at my house. Actually, it’s not even that. On good days, we get 26.4K a second. True story. I drive 5 minutes into the town to go to the library and use their wifi if ever I need to do anything on the internet. Seriously, why do we even have internet at my house? As you might be able to tell, I’m slightly bitter about this.
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Now that is something to be bitter about. I had no idea that 28 K actually existed. You need to have a talk with your folks about that. Broadband is probably cheaper than 28K. Don’t you just love hearing the old fax machine sound every time you log in? Do you have the original IBM 386 at your house?
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It definitely is worth being bitter about. We have talked with local providers, however, due to the fact that we live almost in the middle of nowhere, broadband isn’t available, except by satellite, which around here is notoriously bad and a bit expensive. So somehow we soldier on with 28K…
Nope, we do have a relatively new computer with a new OS, but we just don’t have the internet to match it.
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So you are that far out in the middle of nowhere huh? I guess it does make sense to just have 28k if satellite is slow and expensive. I’m just used to have broadband for so long because we are in one of the most techy places (seattle) in the US.
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I don’t think of it as out in the middle of nowhere – I mean, we have a little town just five minutes drive from my house – but I am out in the middle of the country, with nothing bu woods and fields all around. I quite like it. Except for the internet part. I have hopes that will change in the near future. I may be bitter, but I’m optimistic too.
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We live pretty far out from seattle and Renton, the town we claim as the town we live, so we lose power a lot, but internet around here is pretty solid.
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When it storms we lose power a lot too. So much so that we have invested in a generator. Unfortunately we can’t do anything about the internet except to keep calling the providers and bug them about putting a line out here.
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We have a generator too, but for some reason it doesn’t work. We’ve even had technical people look at it and they can’t get it to work. Heavy useless generator.
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This is the best post you’ve ever posted, Illustrious Baron of Bitterness. I say this because I am, apparently, one year older than you and I completely identified with and LOL’d at everything you just said (except for actually graduating from college within four years. But I was in London–which was kind of like college?–by 1997).
Also–was it a Brother word processor? With a printer in the back? I had one on which I did all my college papers, too! I named it Clive, hoping something of the writing prowess of CS Lewis would adhere to my finger tips. I don’t think it did, alas . . .
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It bitter have been my best post. It took me like 5 or 6 hours to do. So many bitter logistical nightmares involved. I stayed up really late to do it too. So I am tired and I’m going to be lazy for the rest of the week.
I don’t remember the name, but now that you mentioned it, I think it was a Brother and yes it did have a built in printer. I definitely remember the whole orange font though.
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you went to college for 7 years too, just like i did… how did your hair go from blond to brown?
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I went for 5, but went on a mission for 2. so not a complete slacker, but definitely took my time.
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oh.that’s a good reason….i went to school for 2 hours a day . my mother died a week after graduated/ high school, so i was trying to learn to cook & clean & stayed w/ my father.. then i would clean my x husbands apt. too.. i never slept. i was so tired…..
my father took me out to eat every night, but after 3 months, i decided to learn to cook…our maid of 40 + years was totally blind & no one wanted to hurt her feelings, so i had to clean after her.
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so you had to cook and clean and got to school for two hours a day. not exactly the way I did it. i went 4 states over, left my parents in the dust the moment I got there and only visited for christmas(that’s when I worked outside in -30), summer and a few breaks after that.
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4 states over… my brother (harvard) said you are not going to school in s.c. , n.c, ga or x….he sent me books from radcliff, schools in boston & california..forgot names, even though someone had a t shirt here the other day.lol….well i went 20 minutes away… i didn’t listen….i never leave my father…wish i didn’t meet husband though..
also i didn’t have to go at all….. mother wanted me to..she died week after 12th grade….
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so your father is real nearby? that stinks to lose your mother at such a young age. my parents are still kicking in their 70’s in Mongolia, no less.
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my brother is 72…so my father would be 97….no , if he was alive i never would have left.
mongolia with mongolian barbecue?
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there was no reason to go to college….father wanted to give us store… i ran chiropractic office x husband… should have just spent time cooking & cleaning & SLEEPING… of course if annie- mae wasn’t blind… just have to cook.lol
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so you just did it because you wanted to? or just because you were expected to? it didn’t get me anywhere either. doing a job a high school grad could do.
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i didn’t want to …have no idea why i did, except that’s what people do…waste of time,sleep , health & money…i went to a baptist college too; i’m jewish…
they made you take P.E. too…lol i hate that… only good maynard ferguson came to concert…..my violin teacher was 1st chair….all my music teachers from when i was little were in the greenville symphony that played at furman.
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Thanks for the walk down bitter memory lane. Anyway, thank for the bitter morning laugh! 😉
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It was a bitter time that lead to a current bitter time.
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You started college a year after I was born. It doesn’t get any more bitter than that.
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Which means I’ve had way more years to develop my bitterness than you. And also way more experience failing than you.
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I could have written this exact same post and it’d make perfect sense. Arrrrrgh!
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So there are two people being the bridge gap. I guess you take the midwest I’ve got the west. That’s gonna take a big bridge.
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Thanks for the jaunt down memory lane. Oh cassette tapes…what a pain you were…
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I remember trying to record things from the radio. Sitting there waiting for your favorite song, then finding out your tape wouldn’t record or you had to record over something else. Also the whole rewinding to get to just the right spot to play your fav over and over again.
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Yep. Cassettes were especially fun when the deck ate them and you spent the next hour with a pencil trying to wind them back up–all the while praying it would still work sound like its usual distorted crap.
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I was the master of getting it so close to being wound up, then twisting at the last moment. So what kind of bad hair did you have back then?
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Oh…so bad…permed, processed, and hoping to look like the “Don’t hate me because I’m beautiful” Kelly Brock, and failing miserably. Pretty much three times the size of my head…
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My wife is from the same year you are and all I have to do is look at how her hair was and it is easy to imagine. I’m laughing inside right now at you, I mean with you.
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Oh, and you gotta love your 90s wedge hair cut…
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I was completely floored when I saw this picture a few days ago. I hadn’t seen any pics of myself from that era in years and I couldn’t believe it was me. It was like he was a completely different person than me.
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You look like a cross between the bad guy in all 80s Karate Kid kind of movies, and the teen in REM’s “End of the World As We Know It” video…
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Except I was way more bitter than both of those guys.
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I love this post!
I especially like the part about the cassette tape. I don’t know if you remember 8 track tapes? They were even worse because they were twice the size of a cassette, and when it came to the end of the tape on the first side, if it was in the middle of the song, it would just stop playing… lol!
They were like the laser disc of video.
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Oh yeah, I remember 8 tracks. They were so cutting edge technology, not at all. We would play them every once in a while just for fun. They were fun….to make fun of.
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I was small and derpy in the 90’s, but I remember cassette tapes. We had thousands of them because I used them to listen to books on tape in the car. I also remember my dad’s huge record player he had in the basement of our house. Oh the 90’s. good times. 🙂
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I was definitely derpy back then. Now I am older and derpy.
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I still have all my records and a record player! Cassette tapes were the new technology back then!
Shit, I feel old.
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I know the new fangled ghetto blaster with high tech cassettes. Crazy people.
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