The record thing is goofy enough, but I just heard someone actually defend the cassette tape

Boy, I'll tell you what, I sure do miss the analog warmth of the clay tablet.
Remember how distinctly not plastic cave carvings were? What a drag! If you wanted to correct a mistake, you had to switch caves completely. Try getting a modern family to do that. "Hey, put down the Gameboy for long enough to walk to another cave, Johnny! Your dad messed up the parable of the deer hunt again." Fucking right! And marble... everyone makes a big fuss over the beauty. Don't get me started on that mable noise-- screw up a marble carving you have to go mine a fresh ribbon of marble, make a slab, buff it, and start all over again, all the while begging Tiamat that this time you don't sneeze when trying to carve out a blasted which can't easily be fudged like a or a .
Goddman nightmare.

No, it was all complete bullshit before the clay tablet, let me tell you. Once we figured out that a fire-baked clay tablet did nothing but get stronger with time, we had the writing thing all figured out. You could erase, you could edit, you get it just right, then blamo, it's set in hardbaked earth. That was writing, bitch. The Cuneiform characters themselves had grooves and depth, whatever you read just had this warmth to it, you know? It had love. The rough edges made you love it more.

Nowadays all you've got is this digital piss. Oooh, lookit me, I'm tapping buttons! Big deal. Fucking infants can make characters just mashing their chubby digits on these laptop things. There's no art to it. Who wants to develop eye cancer staring at some "document?" Document, there's a laugh. We'll see how your newfangled laptop document looks in 3,000 years. We'll just see who can read what. "But I wrote this on the train ride over here!" you whine "what convenience!" Right. "Convenience." You know, if hits like the Code of Hammurabi had been written on one of these things it would have gotten a worm or something 5 years in and we'd all be having sex with the stab wounds in the pets of our enemies' children without any real fear of evenly-weighted retribution. You might like to think of that as a society, but not me sir. Good day!