For normal albums: Artist/Year - Album [release ID if necessary for ambiguity for various versions of an album]/Disc-track - title.extension . Compilations (soundtracks, promo mixes from shows, etc.) get “Various Artist” as the album artist and sorted under “Various Artists” of the top level of my albums directory. Stuff from other sources would sometimes get their own special directory at the top level outside “albums”.

Tags are everything, that’s where the in-depth data is. album folders hold extra art, inserts, metadata, etc.

I don’t really make manual playlists using relatively pathed m3u anymore because support is inconsistent across the apps I’ve used to listen to my library. These days Plex, jellyfin, ncmpcpp (tui front-end for mpd) all handle their own playlists. Those are mostly just spontaneous groupings or automated shuffles I don’t really keep track of.

Back in the day I made mixtapes on actual cassettes, recorded from the radio, my CDs, and later tracks I found on Napster and soulseek. Later I moved on to making tons of playlists in foobar2000. Some of those playlists probably still litter my hard drive (now dead text because the files having long since been reorganized and moved). For the really good tight playlists I made of that era, I’d make physical mix CDs that I would master with sound forge. Had a few people that would trade these around. Make a mix, master, make many copies, distribute. Those CDs often died in cars and turned into coasters, so I’d keep the bin and cue files of the masters to make replacements. Those tracks would ultimately get turned back into mp3 or flac depending on quality and tagged with my own title, cover art, etc. and get filed away in the Various Artist folder. Then I got an mp3 player and it’s been either full album listening or dynamic playlists for me ever since.

I still make yearly playlists in Spotify as I discover new stuff or rediscover old stuff, like a musical diary. Those playlists inspire library additions via the artist directly, Bandcamp flac files, or other means.

These are also pretty good at shielding you from biting insects and fascist police state spy cameras.

It’s got the juice!

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Projecting much? I don’t see any of that shit in OP’s photo. Maybe talk to your therapist about why a children’s toy triggers such intrusive homoerotic and beastial thoughts in yourself. This is not a healthy reaction to a child’s toy.

1. You’re bad a being a troll.
2. Googling it doesn’t actually produce an answer that makes any fucking sense of this “joke”.
3. Same energy as those idiots that answer “I don’t know” when Amazon asks them to help review a product.

Why immediately shame the guys choosing the unicorn as the weird guys? And add in a little homophobia to boot? That is exactly the problem with defining gender stereotypes based on sex at birth. There is absolutely nothing wrong with a boy wanting to dig a terrifying and deadly fae creature with a fucking sword on its face from the heart of a dead giant. There is also nothing wrong with a boy wanting to dig a majestic pony from out of a pink heart shaped cocoon.

You’re the one perverting this into something about grown men having fantasies about fucking horses. We all know bronies exist and their tastes may not be for everyone, but that’s a poor excuse for this brand of cringe hate mongering.

Well, it seems that every time a search engine’s AI gives me a definitive and wordy “answer” to a question I search and provides a helpful citation of the page from which it got that answer, it is ALWAYS just a completely hallucinated answer that the cited page in no way supports. This isn’t just hyperbole, this has been my experience with every single search engine AI summary

And I find myself having to go back and fix the autocorrect that my phone keyboard “helpfully” makes with increasing frequency. It used to be that autocorrect would just fix a typo when I’d obviously typed gibberish because I missed a key. But now, it is regularly replacing entire words that I’ve typed completely correctly with some other word that makes absolutely no sense.

I’m all for some specific uses of AI. Things like speech to text or images to text? Sure that’s a great use. But when it comes to research, writing, or spreadsheets, AI tools just need to shut up and stay the fuck out of my way. I’m becoming convinced a little more everyday that anyone using AI to summarize articles or search results is a complete moron and shouldn’t be trusted.

Calling a Ruby Tuesday’s a restaurant is kind of like me calling myself a carpenter because I’ve assembled a few pieces of Ikea furniture. It’s basically sit down fast food with a liquor license.

Same energy as:

You know, I can eat a peach for hours.

Could be

Clarissa Explains It All maybe?

If the sight of living human bodies in any state of dress or undress makes you uncomfortable, maybe that’s more your problem than theirs. Your line of etiquette logic is so easily manipulated to abuse and de-humanize people that I can’t help but see it as anything but a tool of (usually misogynistic) violence.

Dead or damaged media can repurposed and sold as an new thing. Art and craft items using old vinyl, cassettes, floppy disks, etc. as a medium to create something new is growing in popularity too. If you can find someone making that kind of art at a show, I’m sure some kind of mutually beneficial arrangement could be made so that you both can profit off that dead media.

I’ve made these movies a collection on my Plex/Jellyfin server. There’s also The Rundown and Journey 2: The Mysterious Island.

This is way too coherent.

It’s probably like getting a rescue breath from a blue whale.

What is good natured about this?

You’re a bully. I hope you find some non-toxic relationships someday.

As that dude would say, “Get Fucked!” A good prank has everyone laughing, including the person being pranked. This is just being shitty to someone and laughing at their plight in dealing with it. This is a shitty fucking “prank” and I wouldn’t count anyone that treated me this way, for any reason, as a friend. If someone has to chase down the victim and explain the joke/prank, then it wasn’t a prank.