Why do you need your earbuds to have a wire so badly?
I am assuming this is about a post I reblogged like six months ago when I went off on forced technological enshitification and the slow erosion of consumer options. But sure, I'll bite.
Why do I "need" my earbuds to have a wire? I dunno, Anon, maybe I:
Don't want to have to worry about recharging my earbuds.
Don't want my earbuds to be even easier to lose.
Don't want my earbuds to need separate accessories that are as easy to lose as the earbuds.
Prefer to have bluetooth turned off on my devices for security and safety reasons.
Like being able to seamlessly plug my earbuds into my computer, my MP3 player, or any other device with a headphone jack.
Don't want to spend 50 dollars on decent wireless earbuds when I can do all the above things with a pair of solid earbuds that cost me like $12 during the Obama administration.
Don't care about what kinds of headphones or earbuds people wear but don't like what it says about our society when other people apparently care what kind of earbuds I'm wearing so much they have send an Anonymous ask to interrogate me about it.
And I guess, more abstractly, because fuck Apple. That's why.
No experience more viscerally humiliating than walking through a heavily populated building with squeaky shoes. Look at me doing my little clown walk across the entire length of the building. Dumbass squeaking noises ringing out with every step. Sounds like I'm walking on two guinea pigs. I wish I was dead
Impulse and Skizz as a demon and an angel respectively is also funny bc impulse has really good luck and Skizz has really bad luck. You see an angel and a demon fall from the sky and the demon lands nicely in a puddle of water, and the angel face plants onto a cactus. And they live like that forever
The Hermits have figured out that passing around a horn resets the timer on it, so multiple people can activate it in a row without the cooldown (just the item pickup delay).
This culminates in Etho, Gem, Tango, Skizz, and Joel passing around and rapid-firing a horn of Impulse's spice-induced whimpering, interrupted only by their own laughter, for like a solid minute.