Happiness is...

....weighing in on @unclewilbur 's query.... 

There's also a void in my cheap 5 disc player where discs disappear.

How the heck does that happen?

....that's....hard to interpret in some ways, but....here goes.

Did you put 5 in the tray and one disappeared when re-opened?

Do you load it only in the dark?  Do you load it when your are?

Do you smell melting polycarbonate?

Get it gone...out of the house and your life.
Read about this happening on X ... Demonic possessions, pets that hate certain CD's because of the frequencies you can't hear but makes them do weird things, a mini-black hole has somehow nested in That recess in the tray....

Send it to me immediately...I know what to do with this sort of thing, and more than happy to help out a fellow 'phile....👍
 

....if the same sort of thing moves to any other piece of your gear, don’t hesitate to send it as well.
Maybe send all of it so I can analyze the issue proper...one of those ’synergistic’ things everyone chats about ’round here...

Is your house built on an unknown burial ground?

Maybe ’you’ in another dimension wonders why his players’ tray gets stuck all the time by a 6th disc that just f’n appears....no clue on his part either.

All we have to determine which one things are ’from’ and where ’to’...
...and which one are we in the 37....or is it 38?

...I actually Do have a bumper sticker that states:

MY 'OTHER' CAR IS THIS CAR
BUT IN ANOTHER DIMENSION

Never seen it anywhere else...was going to bumper it, but since I'd never seen another is it because they've 'moved', sticker, car, and driver?

I only post copies....

...actually have had ones' of that nature 'stolen', but noticed that most don't survive removal...

@gano ....life is nothing but surprises...it's just the frequency, nature, and timing.

Knowing ahead when one goes dead screws up the whole damn concept.

Happiness is getting kicked out of the cop car. In 1971, 18 year old me hitch  hiking from Hammond to Baton Rouge with two doobies in a Marlboro pack and a lid in my sock. Got dropped off at my exit in Baton Rouge and start walking to my friends house. Got about 20 yds down the exit ramp and a state trooper pulls up along side  and says *get in*. I got in his car. I was scared schitless! He doesn’t say a word to me but immediately gets on his radio and asked dispatch for suspect description. He then gives me a hard look and says *get out*. With my heart pounding, I scrammed like a rat from a cat.