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HMV Canada Cuts Music CD Prices
umStefa notes a CBC story reporting that the largest music retailer in Canada, HMV, has slashed prices on CDs and is attributing the move to demand by customers for lower prices. The back catalog of popular artists will see price cuts of up to 33%; the cuts average 20% across the board. The Canadian version of the RIAA is spinning the news as being a direct result of music piracy.
is attributing the move to demand by customers for lower prices
Holy shit. In Canada, all consumers have to do is demand lower prices and they get them??
As a consumer, I DEMAND that the price for replicas of 16th centuries galleon, complete with functioning cannons and a well-trained and bloodthirsty crew, be lowered! Otherwise I will, you know....pirate..... *duck and covers*
Yay for piracy!
Now, we just need to keep downloading torrents and DVDs will get cheaper, too!
*Nothing to do with the lack of demand for crap music, obviously.
But "it's" isn't.
.. paranoid crackpot leftover from the days of Amiga.
The White Album is still forty-five freakin' dollars!
What's your problem? You don't want John Lennon to have to get a day job, do you? He'll have to stop writing songs!
I notice that more youngsters are smoking bongs nowadays, and I always wondered why that was the case. This weekend just gone, it hit me.
..... At any rate, nobody complained that I was taking too long. I don't want to blow my own trumpet (you can blow Andy's Trumpet if you like, but be sure to wear a dress ..... stoner humour ..... just pretend to get the joke ..... you're going to end up giggling like a Japanese schoolgirl anyway) but I do consistently put together four- or five-star spliffs and if I spaced out for a moment, I was forgiven -- because I am the master at work, and because I had the power of life and death over the majority of the stash. I shrugged, continued rolling my Killer Kone (tm), popped in a Mark Three cardboard roach, gave the lighting end a twist and sparked it up.
..... there's no sleeve or cover, no physical product to hold in your hand and use to support your Rizlas while you skilfully apply dope and tobacco in the correct proportions. It's no wonder they're all into bongs, and regard spliffs as a quaint, old-fashioned way of getting stoned. I wouldn't really mind, but store-bought acrylic bongs are just one small step above hot knives. There's a certain spititual element in the whole ritual of roasting, crumbling, rolling, licking, tamping, twisting and lighting. Bongs are spoiling that, in exactly the same way that individually-wrapped hollow Jesus Biscuits with wine filling, available pre-blessed from a vending machine attached to the side of a juke box full of hymn CDs, would spoil Mass.
I was skinnin' up a d00b on the cover of one of my favourite LPs, as you do. In fact I had already stuck the Rizlas together and crumbled and loaded the gear without thinking what I was doing; only when I paused to select the correct amount of tobacco did I actually realise what I was doing. A minor revelation, like the way you only know you fell asleep when you get woken up
Later on I observed a mate skinning up on a CD box. Bit of a harder job and he only managed to produce a Piccolo, but who am I to argue with nice Thai stick (even if it wasn't actually on a stick).
But these modern kids, with their iPods and their digital downloads
not nearly as much as we'd pay to stop *singing*! (or caterwauling, or whatever that is . . .)
hawk