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Originally posted on 14 Feb 2007

Poor Impulse Control

As I mentioned in an earlier post, I tried meeting Guy and Megan in Amoeba before the concert we were attending last night. As per my usual modus operandi Amoebae, I immediately headed over the the recent arrival section of the clearance rack and started flipping through discs. You never know what you’re going to find over there and I’ve turned up more than a few gems.

Unfortunately, this time I was suffering from a low interest threshold and poor impulse control, so a lot of stuff looked interesting enough to me to pick up and add to my stack. When that stack reached nineteen discs I knew I had to get out.

At the concert I added the Honeycut album to my pile of loot.

Today at work I ripped all my new acquisitions. Plus I also coincidentally received something I’d ordered from Amazon on Monday. All told, in the past twenty-four hours I’ve accumulated twenty-one new albums (one of which is a four CD set). Most of them were picked up immediately after a thought something like “ah, what the hell; can’t be too bad, right?” crossed my mind.

Here’s the list. There’s rather a lot of them so don’t expect much/any commentary on why these things ended up in my possession. Unless otherwise specified, the albums are all from my moment of madness at Amoeba. And before you say anything, no, I’m not addicted and I don’t have a problem. OK, maybe I’m addicted. But it’s not a problem. It would be a problem if I had paid full price for all these discs. Instead I walked out of Amoeba $36 lighter and nineteen CDs richer. That, to me, is not a problem. It’s a major score.