I Am Rob

I've said it a million times before, but time and time again, I am Rob from High Fidelity. I know many of us are, but let me bask in the glorious moment while it's here. And not a waste of time, for once.

Re-organizing my CD collection is more addicting to me than heroin. (Not that I've ever tried the ol' white heat, but that's what I hear.) And what a better time to re-vamp then while I'm unpacking from this 2,000 mile trek I've made across the country. I'll admit, I re-organized as I was packing them up, too. (With the help of my little brother that I miss so much.) But there were still tweaks to be made. Categories to be added. CD's to be sold.

So I've got them up on the shelves, alphabetized by band name (or solo artists' last name), and categorized into several different genres. I had to be responsible and pull myself away for the evening, since I have my first live-and-in-person California interview tomorrow in Beverly Hills!!! at the crack of dawn. So tomorrow afternoon, it's trade the oldies in for some cash flow at Amoeba Music. More shelf space, man. More shelf space.

The trick is to see if I can walk out with the cash.

Or will it be a bag full of new records???

Sidenote: Thanks to my eclectic readers (or should I say commenters), I got a hit from a google search for bob barker boobs. I mean really, people. Don't they know that Bob Barker doesn't have boobs?!? At least, not the kind of boobs they're searching for.