feverishly obsessed with catalogues
LibraryThing has eated my life.
Friday night, while the boys next door drank so much in an early celebration of St. Patrick's Day that the police, fire department, and ambulance came, I was up until 3am happily entering books into my online catalogue.
I'm okay with being a geek. I'm even okay with being this much of a geek. Because I enter an ISBN number, and *poof*! Information population! Tags! Clouds! Reviews! All the books I've scavenged from family, friends, and library discard bins which are too old to have ISBN numbers took a little more work.
I still have half my manga to go, 90% of my comic trade paperbacks/graphic novels to enter, and I'm thinking longingly of the many boxes of books I have stored back in Michigan.
I even want to go to Borders so I can buy more books to enter into my library!
It could be worse, I guess. I could be addicted to heroin.
Friday night, while the boys next door drank so much in an early celebration of St. Patrick's Day that the police, fire department, and ambulance came, I was up until 3am happily entering books into my online catalogue.
I'm okay with being a geek. I'm even okay with being this much of a geek. Because I enter an ISBN number, and *poof*! Information population! Tags! Clouds! Reviews! All the books I've scavenged from family, friends, and library discard bins which are too old to have ISBN numbers took a little more work.
I still have half my manga to go, 90% of my comic trade paperbacks/graphic novels to enter, and I'm thinking longingly of the many boxes of books I have stored back in Michigan.
I even want to go to Borders so I can buy more books to enter into my library!
It could be worse, I guess. I could be addicted to heroin.