All the potential of man kind expressed in a CD cover isn't going to impress even the most bogan of aliens. I love CDs, good sound, easy to make and don't wear out. But they are stored in flimsy plastic covers that last as long as my first time. Open one up and the CD slips between the cover and the other bit and you crease your CD, the clampy ring thing in the middle always half snaps off and falls out like m&ms falling out of a packet that's been opened too much. Come on engineers, try your shit before you send it to the mass-market factory. But worse than that is the warnings at the beginning of DVDs they make you sit through. We all know the copyright laws. CDs don't have them but the same rules apply. Don't get me started on regional coding too. I don't like being bossed around by a machine. They used to be made to serve us, now we are forced to wait while they are "loading..." Or an arrogant little circle with a cross through it when you want to skip something (I can sometimes hear a slightly lisping little voice coming from Sony DVD saying: "No! You can't do that here, you'll just have to be patient and wait, you big jessy". CD players in the 90s didn't boss us around. And it doesn't stop with CD and DVD players. My washing machine doesn't let me open the door for three minutes after it's finished its cycle. I can't figure out why, someone please tell me. Now I have a washing machine with a broken door handle. Not even the most softy, OH&S-y, pinko reason I can think of is enough to justify it.
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