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Bob Iger saying all this while also being on basically billionaires vacation really should say something, holy shit.
#writers guild of america#screen actors guild american federation of television and radio artists#wga#sag aftra#wga strike#sag aftra strike#i stand with the wga#i stand with the sag aftra#disney wouldn't even be alive nowadays if it won't for the creatives behind it#and yet bob wants to keep refusing to pay them what they deserve#while also giving himself a nice bonus with his contract being extended#same energy as in the UK the MPs wanting double their pay while everyone else suffers
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Motorola Inc, 1950
#Motorola TV#ad#1950#midcentury#Christmas morning#television set#advertisement#kids#fashion award#table models#1950s#mid century#wood console#phonograph#FM/AM radio#mahogany#oak#50s home#children#xmas#advertising#mid-century
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"grotesquely fucked up deer antagonist" is my favorite cartoon trope
#cartoons#cartoon#animation#the owl house#toh#emperor belos#hazbin hotel#alastor#hazbin alastor#the radio demon#adventure time#deer#centaurworld#the nowhere king#tropes#television
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SAG-AFTRA ‘s statement via Twitter (x) just an hour ago
“SAG-AFTRA will meet for bargaining on Monday, October 2. Several executives from AMPTP member companies will be on attendance. As negotiations proceed, we will report any substantial updates directly to you.”
#sag aftra#Sag-aftra#screen actors guild#screen actors guild American federation of television and radio artists#Screen Actors Guild-American Federation of Television and Radio Artists#sag strike#screen actors strike#union strong#wga solidarity#wga strike is over though but standing in solidarity with sag-aftra#wga strike#pro unions
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masterful gir
idk why he so crunchy. tumblr i want to try and re-create this with better movement one day but for now, here is a gir.
10/08/2024
#art#artist#artists on tumblr#illustration#mastergir#gir#rtvs#digital art#animation#digital animation#radio tv solutions#radio television solutions
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vintage computers/tvs/radios please??
A stimboard with vintage computers, televisions, and radios!
📺|📻|📺 📻|📺|📻 📺|📻|📺
#weheartstims#stimboard#vintage#vintage tech#retro#retro tech#computers#televisions#tvs#radios#hands
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HI!!!!! uhm I saw ur divider requests r open... could you do TV / radio themed dividers!!! if possible!!! pretty please!!! ty in advance!!! ^_^
📺TV + Radio Dividers📻
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[DIVIDER REQUESTS ARE OPEN!]
DNI: TERFS, endo, proship, pro ana, nazi, MAPs, zoophiles
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#eye strain#tw eyestrain#sister lucifer’s dividers#dividers#aesthetic#aesthetic dividers#retro#retro aesthetic#vintage#vintage aesthetic#retro tech#retro tv#retro television#old fashioned#tv aesthetic#radio aesthetic#tech aesthetic
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1980 Sony FX-412 3.7 inch TV, AM/FM Radio and Cassette Recorder
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#beta hi-fi#beta#betamax#vcr#80s tech#80s electronics#1985#stereo#reel to reel#turntable#vinyl#record player#radio#receiver#cassette deck#tape player#crt#television#vhs#gif#hi-fi#mouth#logo
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Memory Reboot - A One-Sided Radiostatic One-Shot (Vox x Alastor)
Third person - Fluff, Pining, Angst - mild adult references
~ A03 Link ~ text is also included below after the break ~ excuse the crappy art ~
Summary: Every now and then, Vox allows himself a trip down memory lane; back to when he and Alastor were good friends. This night, Vox rediscovers an old bit of memorabilia that has him reminiscing, all about one night when he and the Radio Demon shared a drink or two. The memory is a bittersweet reminder of what could have been, and what almost happened; lips meeting for the sweetest of stolen moments.
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Vox stumbles into his room, clumsy and heavy with drink. He bashes his head into the door as it rebounds; groaning, he rubs at his screen with a grimace.
Drinking alone is always a bad idea. With the other two Vees both out for the night, Vox had allowed himself a little more stalking than he usually does; drinking in his surveillance room, watching and rewatching clips of the Radio Demon going about his day. It’s obsessive; Vox knows it is. He still can’t help himself.
He teeters wildly on his legs now, looking through his belongings for some painkillers for the inevitable screen-ache he’ll have in the morning; where the fuck are they?!
Not a single drawer he searches yields any results. Vox tosses items left and right, searching through masses of cables and piles of clothes. He rifles through his bathroom cabinet, knocking down an assortment of pill bottles in the process; none of them what he needs right now.
“Fuck my life,” the Television Demon mutters to himself.
On his hands and knees, he pulls out a bottom drawer from a huge dresser. Vox moves sloppily with inebriation as he pilfers through all the junk and bric-a-brac. And then - his hand is on something that feels familiar yet forgotten all at once. Vox pulls it out; and there it is.
His electric heart shudders within his chest.
The tiny die-cast CRT TV model that Alastor had gifted to him years ago. So many years ago. So long ago, in-fact, that when Alastor had presented Vox with this small model, it had been exactly what Vox’s own head had looked like. A chunky, heavy, 70s television. Long outdated technology, these days, of course; Vox has upgraded several times over the years since then.
Vox can hardly believe his tired eyes; it’s been years since he thought about this. He remembers the night Alastor gave it to him all too well - too painfully well. Vox sighs; his sadness threatening to leak into the forefront of his drink-weakened mind.
The search for the painkillers now given up on and forgotten, Vox crawls to his bed and lays on it in the dark, the small metal totem still in his hand. Neon lights from the city outside dance and skitter on the walls. Vox stares at the ceiling.
He can’t help himself; the memory begins to play in his mind, like an old VHS recording, discovered and dusty. Vox usually represses these memories, but for some reason, he allows this one to consume his thoughts this night. He drifts off into it; a broken heart indulging itself despite the pain.
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It’s the past. Long, long ago; some time in the 1970s. Vox is drinking with Alastor - the Radio Demon, his friend. They are drinking together in Alastor’s old apartment, sharing each other’s company in the easy way that they used to. The apartment is full of antique furniture and vintage radio paraphernalia; Vox has been here many times, and yet he always eyes Alastor’s decor with the same dry observations.
“You really need to get with the times, Al,” Vox says. “Get some more modern stuff.”
The Television Demon gawks at himself in an ornate mirror on the wall; his on-screen features blink back at him, set in his wide CRT TV head.
“Nonsense,” Alastor calls from the kitchen. “There’s nothing wrong with my decor choices. Some things never go out of style.”
Vox huffs in amusement to himself. Secretly, he adores Alastor’s presentation. Vox looks up to the Radio Demon; he admires him. Vox wants to be just like Alastor, really. Powerful, respected, smart, classy. Alastor is everything Vox wants to be. At this point in time, Vox is a much weaker Overlord than Alastor, having only been in Hell for less than twenty years. It’s never an issue between them, of course, but Vox knows he is inferior. One day, he’ll be better.
The Television Demon joins his friend in the kitchen then; Alastor is pouring new glasses of drink for them. Something expensive.
“Woah,” Vox says, laughing. “What are we celebrating?”
“Well, I was wondering when you’d ask,” Alastor says sassily. “I took down another one of my rivals today.”
Vox blinks. His screen buzzes.
“Another Overlord?” He asks, both impressed and appalled.
Alastor nods, pleased.
“Don’t look so surprised,” Alastor says, grinning. “It was no effort at all, really. Hardly worth you looking so gormless over. What fun it was though!”
Vox laughs nervously.
“Well, uh, that’s great, Al!” He says, accepting the drink. “You gotta promise not to ever try and take me down like that though, huh?”
It’s a weak joke; both demons know that it stinks of a true fear. Alastor scoffs.
“Don’t be ridiculous, Vox,” the Radio Demon says. “How long have we known each other now, hmm?”
Vox scans his memories to try and answer accurately.
“Uhhh… Well years,” he says. “Almost two decades.”
“Exactly. And have I ever once betrayed you?” Alastor asks, gesturing for them to sit at the table.
Vox follows Alastor’s lead and sits.
“I guess not,” Vox says.
The two demons sit in silence for a while; which is odd, given how prone to idle conversation they both usually are. Alastor hums along to a jazz tune playing in the background; Vox fiddles with his glass.
Alastor is deep in contented thought; eyes closed, a red claw tapping at the table to the rhythm of the song. Vox takes a gulp of his drink, still not knowing what it is; his question is answered as soon as it hits his throat. Some kind of very strong spiced rum, neat on ice. The Television Demon coughs a little, white noise filling the silence. Alastor grins.
Vox looks up at his friend then; sees his smile. His own grin creeps up on to his screen. How simple it is between them; how easy it’s always been. Just the two of them. Alastor doesn’t have many friends; Vox is honoured to be one of them. Friends. Vox wishes they were so much more.
“You know,” Vox says then, staring at his drink. “We could be something. Together, I mean.”
Alastor’s neck snaps a little as his head twitches to the side in confusion.
“Something?”
Vox hastens to clarify.
“You know. A team. Take down Overlords together,” he says.
Alastor seems to genuinely consider this for a moment; he drifts away into the thought of it. Vox lets himself hope for a second; his hopes are dashed just as quickly.
“Hmm,” Alastor says. “You know me, though! I prefer to work solo.”
Vox slumps a little. His work shirt sleeves are rolled up messily; one begins to loosen from its turn-up, so he focuses on re-rolling it.
“I know,” he says. “Doesn’t it ever get lonely, though?”
“I don’t think so,” Alastor says, amused.
“Oh.”
The Radio Demon ponders this for a beat longer; he senses he has insulted his friend somehow. This is meant to be a nice evening celebrating his latest victory; Alastor supposes he should show a little courtesy to keep things jovial.
“I suppose it does, sometimes,” Alastor says.
Vox feels his inner wiring twisting in his abdomen.
“Oh?”
Alastor rolls his eyes; must he elaborate?
“Well, I suppose having more allies couldn’t hurt,” he says.
“Oh, well,” Vox says. “I could… I could be that for you?”
Alastor grins.
“In your current state, I feel you may not be of any use to me, Vox old pal,” Alastor teases. “Come back to me when you’re stronger, hmm?”
The Radio Demon knocks playfully on the side of Vox’s clunky CRT head; it echoes within him. Vox knows that Alastor only means this as a cheeky gibe between friends; it wounds him all the same.
Vox lets out a nervous laugh as response and tries to conceal the hurt.
The night is salvaged somewhat; the two demons continue to drink into the early hours. They chat, they listen to music, they share stories about various occurrences in Hell. Despite the fact they are undying souls in burning eternity, they are also both something else; two beings who both died as young men, now frozen in time.
Alastor isn’t who he’ll truly be just yet; neither is Vox. In this memory, they are their younger, slightly sweeter selves. It’s enough to make present-day Vox cry with how much he’d give anything to have those days back.
Towards the end of the night, the two demons sit side by side together, wasted. They use the sofa as a backrest as they sit sloppily on the floor. Vox hiccups and it sounds like a channel being changed; Alastor laughs.
“You know,” the Radio Demon starts. “I do enjoy these little chats of ours, despite our conflicting technology.”
Vox is giddy; he nods, eager.
“One day I’m gonna be great, Al,” Vox says, suddenly. “I’m gonna build an empire. It’s gonna be huge.”
Alastor smiles; it’s the soft, fond smile of a friend humouring someone.
“Is that so?”
“Yeah,” Vox says, slurring slightly. “And I’ll be as strong as you - no! - even stronger.”
Alastor is laughing; genuine and warm. Vox grins wide at the sound of it.
“I’ll take over all of Hell!” Vox says, clenching a fist.
Alastor chuckles.
“Hm. That sounds nice,” he says, drunk and feeling it.
“Well,” Vox starts. “You’ll be there with me, right?”
Alastor quirks his head.
“Will I?”
“Sure! We’ll do it together,” Vox says, wicked intent on his screened features. “We’ll rule Hell together. No fucker will cross us with our combined skills.”
Alastor is giggling; Vox wants to climb into the sound of it and live there.
“Well, that is a lofty concept, to be sure,” Alastor says. “But it is pleasing, I have to admit. You truly do get some devious ideas don’t you?”
“Fuck yeah I do!” Vox says, delighted.
Alastor smiles to himself, looking away.
“Well, if that ever comes to fruition, you can count on me being there,” he says.
“Yeah?!” Vox is beaming. “I can’t wait for what the future brings, Al. This old thing will be the first to get an upgrade, that’s for sure.”
Vox taps his own head; even now in the late 70s, his TV set head is looking a bit vintage. Vox just needs to wait for Earth technology to advance and filter down; he can’t wait to be better. Stronger. Faster. Alastor tenses as a thought seems to come to him.
“That reminds me!” The Radio Demon says. “I have something for you.”
Alastor retrieves something from his pocket and hands it to a captivated Vox; it's a tiny metal die-cast model of a Sony Triniton KV-1820UB television set. It looks just like Vox’s current head.
“Here you are,” Alastor says, pleased with himself.
Vox is enamoured; the Radio Demon doesn’t do gifts. This is special; it means Vox is special.
“Al, I don’t know what to say,” Vox says, his nerves alive and crackling. “I can’t believe you got this for me… I love it.”
Alastor grins wide.
“I got one for me, too,” he says, holding up a tiny model of an old radio. “I found a charming boutique selling all kinds of little novelties. Aren’t they fun?”
Vox is astonished; not only did Alastor get him a gift, he got one for himself to match. This surely is symbolic? Vox’s receivers are scrabbling to interpret the signals Alastor is giving off.
“Wow, yeah, that’s uh… That’s cute, Al,” Vox says, shakily. “It’s not like you to give gifts.”
Alastor laughs.
“Well. My conquest today put me in an especially good mood, I suppose,” he says.
Vox nods.
“Thank you, Al,” he says, screen blinking. “I will treasure this. I mean it.”
Alastor’s quota for sincerity has reached its limit; eager to return the conversation to playful jibes and gossip, the Radio Demon scoffs. Vox grins; he knows Alastor hates to be perceived as kind, despite the fact he can be. Vox shoves himself into Alastor’s shoulder in a playful bump.
“You’re goin’ soft on me, old man,” Vox jokes; Alastor pretends to be aghast.
“Old man?” He scorns. “How dare you, Vox. I only died two decades before you and we were both more or less the same age at death. Watch your tongue.”
Vox chuckles to himself. The two demons sit together for a little while longer in peaceful quiet; Vox’s mind is full of static. He’s processing, thinking. Vox has tried to broach this topic before, but he can’t help himself; he needs to push it again.
“Hey, uh, Al?” He says.
Alastor looks at him and hums an acknowledgement. Vox’s gaze shifts around nervously.
“Do you remember that… conversation, we had a while ago?” Vox says.
Alastor does remember; he pretends for now that he doesn’t. He shakes his head. Vox exhales shakily.
“Look, I, uh… I know you don’t like talking about… feelings, and stuff, but…”
Alastor wants this nipped in the bud as soon as possible.
“Is this about your infatuation, hmm?” The Radio Demon says, trying to sound casual about it. “I’ve told you Vox. It will pass, it’s just a-“
“No,” Vox says, urgent. “It won’t, Al, and you know it.”
Vox grabs Alastor’s hand; the Radio Demon doesn’t recoil. He lets his claws sit limply within Vox’s; a tiny concession for this display of vulnerability. And anyway; they’ve linked hands before, when dancing or fleeing a crime scene, or such. No big deal. Alastor sighs.
“You know I can’t give you want you want,” he says, radio filter slipping away. “This is all I can give you. My time. My friendship, my consort to you as a fellow Overlord.”
Vox is exasperated.
“Can’t you give me just a little bit more?” He asks.
Alastor avoids the Television Demon’s gaze.
“I don’t think so,” he says.
Vox grabs Alastor’s chin in his, then; pulling it in his direction to make Alastor look at him.
“How do you know you won’t like it?” Vox says. “You’ve never even tried it.”
Alastor blushes at the sudden contact, the intrusiveness of it. He’s flustered simply because Vox is being so forward; any sign of aggressive intent is entertaining to Alastor, of course.
“Why don’t you let me just try?” Vox says, his voice a thin whine.
“Vox, old friend, come on now-“
“Why won’t you let me just kiss you?” Vox whispers. “Please, Al.”
Alastor hesitates; if he relents, will it be enough to just shut Vox up about this once and for all? This topic cropping up every couple of years is getting tiresome. And... he does care about Vox. Alastor loves him, in his own way; platonic but true.
“Please, Al,” Vox murmurs, his eyes fixed on Alastor’s lips. “I’m begging you. I know it’ll feel right when it happens.”
Vox’s hand tightens around Alastor’s chin; he’s trying to pull him inwards. Alastor’s heart rate quickens; annoyingly. He’s a deer in headlights; drunk and unsure how to retaliate. Vox is closing the distance between their faces; Alastor can feel their hot breath exchanging in the small gap between their mouths.
Alastor’s ears are flat against his head; Vox is staring at his lips.
“Please,” he whispers again.
“I don’t… I don’t know,” Alastor whispers back.
“Please,” Vox begs, desperate.
Alastor huffs in defeat, and Vox knows he has won. Vox leans in and presses his screen to Alastor’s mouth; for a moment, the Radio Demon is rigid. But then… his mouth is moving; Vox is elated. Alastor is relenting. Vox cannot believe it. Alastor is kissing him back; his hand at the edge of Vox’s screen. Their mouths move together quickly, the taste of rum amongst it all. Vox's mind is awash with joy.
Yes, YES. Fucking YES! This is it, this is IT!
Vox moans into Alastor’s mouth; he risks letting his tongue breech Alastor’s lips, tries sticking it down Alastor’s throat -
Alastor pulls away; Vox is devastated. Too far.
“Hmm!” Alastor says, recovering, trying to sound light-hearted. “No, still not for me, I don’t think.”
Vox is panting, red in the screen. He’s hard; of course he is. Vox’s eyes dart all over Alastor, looking for signs - proof that he did like it.
“No, Al, come on,” Vox says. “Please, you know it works, WE work, c'maaan!”
Alastor is sad; a part of him does wish he could give Vox what he wants. It would make things so much easier; it would ensure keeping his loyalty, for one. And… well. It would make things a bit less lonely. But Alastor just can’t let himself go there.
“I’m sorry, Vox,” he says, genuinely melancholy. “I’m sorry I can’t give you what you want from me. I really am.”
“No,” Vox is angry. “It cannot be like this, please, we were so close-“
“I think it’s high time we went to bed, hmm?” Alastor says. “You’re in no state to get yourself home. You can sleep on the sofa.”
“Al, stop, just, can we talk about this? Can we try again, I’ll go slower, I promise,” Vox says, grasping at straws.
Alastor smiles weakly. He reaches up and turns one of Vox’s dials fondly; Vox’s erection twitches in his jeans.
“You’ve just had too much to drink, hmm?” Alastor says. “We’ll sleep this off and tomorrow it’ll all be forgotten about.”
Alastor stands then; Vox groans, his screen in his hands.
“We’ll be back to normal tomorrow, eh, old pal?” Alastor says with forced jollity.
Vox sighs; it’s guttural. He looks up at the Radio Demon, agonised.
“I’m never going to be back to normal,” Vox says. “I’m always going to want this. I’m always going to want you.”
Alastor hesitates; he looks forlorn. Only in the eyes, of course; but his smile is a tight, thin line on his face.
“I know," he says.
Vox's heart shatters in his chest; not for the first time.
"Do try to get over it, though, won’t you?” Alastor says, and he turns to leave for his bedroom. “Get some sleep.”
Vox is left alone in the living room; ruined.
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The memory of that night, so many decades ago, drifts away from present-day Vox, just as cruelly as Alastor had slipped from his grasp.
The pain of it - and indeed, remembering what came later - is unbearable; Vox can only cope with these memories now by wanting Alastor dead. Just so he’d be gone for good; just to rid himself of the pain of knowing Vox never got to keep him. He came close, of course; some years later, in the 80s. For a while, Vox had had Alastor; it had been so sweet. Vox doesn’t let himself think on this, for now. It’s too brutal. He’d be a mess; for now, he needs to compose himself. Vox places the die-cast vintage TV model on his bedside table and looks at it for a few beats.
I wonder if Alastor still has his radio model.
I wonder if he still thinks of me.
Vox curls into a ball in his bed; the truth hums around him, thick and heavy, like electricity in the air before a thunderstorm.
He’ll never love me like I love him.
He never did.
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DJ: Euros at Glasto. Whose idea was it to sneak a television in?
Lottie: He [big brother Louis Tomlinson] said this idea, he was like, ‘We’re gonna take a tele in.’ He’d thought of everything. We took a generator, two buckets of rocks to like, set it in. And I was like, ‘They’re not going to let you take rocks in.’ We just walked through! Couldn’t believe it.
Host: It’s just what you do, isn’t it?
Lottie: He was like, ‘Just, everyone, just stay chill, just walk through, like, it’s not on the prohibited items list.’ So, I thought it was really amazing, ‘cuz he was like, ‘Let’s not set it up just for us. Let’s set it up for as many people to watch.’
- Lottie Tomlinson describing brother Louis Tomlinson sneaking a television into Glastonbury 2024. via hitsradiouk TikTok. Louis went viral as the “god of Glasto” [BBC News, Billboard, Metro, The Guardian, Rolling Stone UK, LinkedIn, iHeart, Page Six, Ladbible] for his ingenuity. He ranked No. 3 on Glastonbury 2024’s Most Memorable Moments [The Guardian], and was lauded a “Silver Fox” [Today, People]. Even the English NT and Samsung commented.
#lucky girl promo#lottie tomlinson#hits radio uk#louis press#louisglasto24#louiseuros24#lucky girl#football louis#Glastonbury television#louis tomlinson#1.8.2024#louis glastonbury 2024
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And then Alastor dissapears for 7 years
#alastor#hazbin hotel#hazbin#radio silence#radiosilence#red period stench cloud x the television ipad kid#after that Alastor dissapeared for 7 years#Vox#hazbinhotel
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Advertisement for Motorola portable radios (1948).
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5 Random Comics
#Comics#5 Random#5 Random Comics#Tarzan#Bonanza#Many Ghosts Of Dr Graves#Masked Raider#Gang Busters#Film#Television#TV#Radio#OTR#Old Time Radio#Jungle#Horror#Crime#Westerns
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Chapter 66 (hey, that's like 666!) of my Hazbin Hotel fic that continues the story after Season 1 with a disturbing focus on Worst Person, Valentino.
They made it off the red carpet. Velvette is talented. Asmodeus and Fizz are having fun. Vox is Fine.
#hazbin fanfic#hazbin hotel#hazbin valentino#hazbin art#so hell is forever#your new status quo#hazbin hotel art#valentino art#hazbin hotel lucifer#hazbin hotel valentino#hazbin vox#staticmoth#vees#valentino#huskerdust#hazbin hotel husk#angel dust#vox vs alastor#alastor#hazbin hotel fanart#alastor the radio demon#zestmilla#hazbin hotel velvette#fizzarolli#fizzarozzie#now that's good television
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Pay this ad no mind. Japanese electronics? Like they'll ever take off.
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