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    1. I totally agree with you
    2. Dude! I bought 16TB HDDs for my NAS for less than $300 each. What the hell!? I was paying just over $16 per terabyte!

    I'm an old fart from the 1.44MB disc days. I thought burning DVDs was cool. This is just…

    I have hundreds of movies and shows. I could watch 8hrs a day for a year and not rewatch anything in my collection. It's amazing. Rejoice in it

  • "So," Nobby said, as he sidled up to the Librarian, "do you have any lady friends?"

    "Ook." the Librarian replied.

    "I don't think he's talking about the cook," a voice spoke from about twelve inches above the ground. "I think he means someone more personally important," the voice snickered.

    "Ook?"

    "Yeah, you know, someone to share the bananas of life with. A comfort in troubled times." Nobby stared wistfully into the middle-distance.

    The Librarian gave a complicated multi-jointed shrug, as if to say in one gesture, "Why would I ever want to share bananas?"

    As if called by a psychic connection, the pitter-patter of hundreds of feet could be heard as the Luggage trundled up beside the Librarian. The lid opened to reveal dozens of bananas in varying states of ripeness

    "Ook!" the Librarian exclaimed, patting the Luggage amicably on the lid

    "True enough," said the voice near the ground, accompanied by furious scratching. "I could go for a sausage myself. Or even something from Dibbler." A tail wagged hopefully in the direction of the Luggage.

  • I strongly recommend the book The Truth by Terry Pratchett. He does a send up of the press in general and there are so many puns. Like this gem:

    Cut-Me-Own-Throat Dibbler, Ankh-Morpork's most enterprisingly unsuccessful businessman, peered at William over the top of his portable sausage-cooking tray. Snowflakes hissed in the congealing fat.

    William sighed. 'You're out late, Mr Dibbler,' he said politely.

    'Ah, Mr Word. Times is hard in the hot sausage trade,' said Dibbler.

    'Can't make both ends meat, eh?' said William. He couldn't have stopped himself for a hundred dollars and a shipload of figs.