Get with the times
My dad gave me a copy of Inglorious Basterds on Blu-Ray for Christmas.
"Dang," I said, "I don't have a Blu-Ray player."
"What?!" he exclaimed, and hit me with a disapproving sideways glare. "Son, we are about to enter a new decade. This is not the stone age. Are you aware that in seven days, the plain old DVD will have been invented fifteen years ago?"
"But the difference in quality is almost imper..."
"Don't give me that! Is your TV capable of displaying HD or not?"
"Yes, it is, but regular DVDs are plenty capab..."
"You need a Blu-Ray player! Within a year you won't be able to walk down the street without tripping over a Blu-Ray player! Go get a Blu-Ray player as soon as you get back!"
"You don't even have a TV, dad."
"If you don't have a Blu-Ray player, son, then neither do you."
So I guess that settles that.
"Dang," I said, "I don't have a Blu-Ray player."
"What?!" he exclaimed, and hit me with a disapproving sideways glare. "Son, we are about to enter a new decade. This is not the stone age. Are you aware that in seven days, the plain old DVD will have been invented fifteen years ago?"
"But the difference in quality is almost imper..."
"Don't give me that! Is your TV capable of displaying HD or not?"
"Yes, it is, but regular DVDs are plenty capab..."
"You need a Blu-Ray player! Within a year you won't be able to walk down the street without tripping over a Blu-Ray player! Go get a Blu-Ray player as soon as you get back!"
"You don't even have a TV, dad."
"If you don't have a Blu-Ray player, son, then neither do you."
So I guess that settles that.