Much as I love my Creative music players, let’s face the truth.

They’re fucking dead.

Congratulations Apple.  Tap that ass and run it out of town.  You win.  You fucking overpriced iPods and original screwless designs rule.  Yep, no way around.  You fucking own.

Actually, I gave my little niece a small Creative player a couple models old and here’s what she had to say:

“Dear Uncle,

Thanks for your gift but it sucks.

Pros: You can convert your mp3 to wma, which allows you to put a lot more songs.

Cons: USB sucks eggs, always lock up.

When I first got this player, there was no problems, but occasionally it would lock up when I was uploading music to the player. Every time it locks up, I had to format it and delete all the songs, causing me to start all over. Now, it does not even work at all! I am stuck with those songs on the player. I cannot add or delete songs anymore.

The only thing I liked about this player is the software it comes with, it converts my mp3 format to wma, and allow me to put over 150 songs. But overall, it sucks because of the USB. Never use Creative again.  They’re like emo.  So gay!”

Throughout the age of music, many genres and fazes have passed before the average consumers eye, though in later years a power hungry new sect has made their stand upon the music industry of the world. The age of music has dawned upon a sad era the day “popular EMO” dragged its depressed carcass into our midst.

I was in the punk scene for a long time and emos used to be a bunch of guys who played aggressive music with self-reflecting lyrics.  Now it’s just a bunch of 15-year old faggots who wear guyliner.

I hate a lot of things in today’s world, but I also love a lot of things, for example I love world domination, I love my mother and I love my music. But emo is destroying my love of music. Emo is an abbreviation of emotional driven punk or just emotional music. The term addresses Emo music’s tendency to deal more with topics of personal and relationship politics than with the standard themes of rock music.

In reality, the emo I hear kids listening to is just poorly-written poetry coupled with depressive histrionics and bland-sounding melodic three-chord rhythms.  Ah, so gay.