That picture there? That’s how they ship them. I asked the guy if he was kidding, and after a long breath and an unfocussed stare into the distance he shook his head and said no, that’s how they ship them. I wanted to tell him that our company doesn’t even own anything that will read these anymore, but I didn’t have the heart. What can you say to somebody who’d send you a floppy disk in 2009 that they would understand? Do you have to make it sound Chaucerian? “Ye olde Floppediske, yew nao weyrk eht heyre?”
It’d be hard to bridge that gap. People used to think that grammar was prescriptive, baud rates were a relevant metric and Bob Hope was funny back then, you know? The language might have drifted too far for meaningful communication to occur. I wonder if women are allowed to vote at their shareholder meetings.
You hear about bringing a knife to a gunfight but jeebus, I’ve never heard of somebody betting on the wrong horse at an F1 race.