Maybe five years ago my father got me, as a Christmas present, a fancy stand-alone cassette recorder. It has a timer (for recording radio shows, assuming your radio had a line out) and slow-speed option. An incredible white elephant. It (and the bonus dozen cassette blanks) is still in its box.
I'm so freaking glad that Dad has never asked me how I'm using the thing. He's got maybe a month to live, so soon I'll no longer feel like I have to hang on to it. Then I suppose I could Freecycle it.