I thought my crippling fear of shiny plastic discs would keep from watching movies in my home forever.

How to explain? How can I make you understand the horror, the panic, the sheer genital-shriveling terror I feel over even a glimpse of the rainbow shine of a DVD or Blu-ray? There are no words. There are no words. Only screams.

Note from Ellis: Woot.com posted this on a product and I absolutely loved it! Discophobia is what I have and I’ve documented it in my posts Optical Media is Dead. Thank God!, plus Netflix admits DVDs are dead, and Why Blu-Ray Is Too Expensive To Care About