The irony of the meme being that the food critic ends up loving Remy’s ratatouille. Meaning Bluetooth would bring him to a simpler time like the ratatouille did in the movie
When I was a kid, I used to drop my CD rips down to a 32,000kHz sample rate to make the WAV files smaller, because I couldn’t figure out MP3s yet. Adult me is horrified by the notion. But back then, sounding good enough was acceptable.
The irony of the meme being that the food critic ends up loving Remy’s ratatouille. Meaning Bluetooth would bring him to a simpler time like the ratatouille did in the movie
Back when he grew up just listening to music rather than being a bitter adult worrying about bitrates.
When I was a kid, I used to drop my CD rips down to a 32,000kHz sample rate to make the WAV files smaller, because I couldn’t figure out MP3s yet. Adult me is horrified by the notion. But back then, sounding good enough was acceptable.