By fits and starts, I’m trying to get SB back up and running.
Such as it is.
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But hey, at least now you can “Follow my blog with Bloglovin!” Right, now that that’s out of the way ….
When I’m not blogging or herding cats, one of my favored pastimes is borrowing CDs at the library down the street. The scheme is simple. First, I log on to my account, find CDs and put them on hold. When they make their way to my library branch, I check them out. Then I take them home, rip them, and bring them back in short order. Rinse and repeat. It works out well.
Thus far I haven’t had many problems with scratched CDs.
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It works until CDs become completely obsolete, anyway. While we wait for that, let’s take a look back at where CDs came from, shall we?
There are two types of people in this world: people who occasionally Google themselves, and damn liars. Last night I felt that self-congratulatory urge.
Wait, Myspace is still around?
I’ve been on the Internet for some time. It’ll be 20 years in October as a matter of fact. As a result there’s a lot miscellaneous electronic flotsam related to me. For example, a Google search might lead you to incorrectly assume I’m still an insurance agent or even running for Governor of Idaho. Sadly, neither has been the case for years. You might also notice I edited a book many moons ago. That remains true.
Pictured: Hardcore writer’s narcissism.
I admit I have an easier time finding information about myself on Google than some. “Lane Startin” is a fairly distinctive name, much more so than, say, a “John Smith” or a “Jennifer Jones.” That means I can reasonably assume anything that turns up is about me.
Which makes results such as this all the more perplexing:
I suppose when and if this blog becomes an integral part of society they’ll let me have a Wikipedia article again. But knowing Wikipedia as I do, probably not.