I subscribe to a service that runs and publishes the results of (they claim) independent consumer goods tests. They have an online archive, to which I refer for help with deciding when I need to buy something substantial, and they insist on sending a monthly magazine too. Today I had a good chuckle when my magazine arrived and the envelope contained additional materials—on a compact disc.
What exactly am I expected to do with the disc? Hang it on my ceiling light in the 1990s fashion? Put it on my finger and wear it as a fashion accessory? Attach it to my terrace railings and hope the reflecting surface will repel pigeons? I assume it was a geek joke, as I refuse to believe that I’m actually supposed to own a device with a CD/DVD drive in the year 2016. I don’t have such a thing.
Yet there seems to be a compact disc revival going on. The other day I ordered online an antivirus for my phone, received an activation code via email—and a few days later I found in my snail mail a box from the antivirus company with a CD containing who knows what. I, for one, don’t know, I don’t possess the skill of reading CDs just like that. I wonder what the thinking behind this was—are there many smartphones with a CD slot? Or is mine just special when it doesn’t do CDs? I remain puzzled.