I now recall why I was adamant to have a Software Standards for my New Year's Resolutions: I have been undisciplined in my tech application. To LM to Win10. "Snip-snap, snip-snap, snip-snap!"

And it's not like it's a hands-off thing: I rip fonts out of LM and slap Edge out of the room. Rinse and repeat all over again.

Night after night after night after night
Down in dry county
They're swimming in the sand

-Bon Jovi, Dry County

If I may misapply further...

This ain't no thinkin' thing, right brain, left brain
It goes a little deeper than that
It's a chemical, physical, emotional devotion

-Trace Adkins, (This Ain't) No Thinkin' Thing

I just might have to resurrect the Software Standards out from my digital graveyard.

I don't mind running my domain email, especially as I updated all of my accounts with the new address. Still, it feels funny to pay more for my email for the domain than for this site. I even had this address picked out: [email protected].

Wordpress. Bleh.

And while I will likely return to Gmail as my starter, I just may stick with Spotify. It had slipped my mind on it having the one thing that YouTube Music does not: user data, or specifically user data that can train up its algorithms to provide more effective results to the users. I am loving this Spotify "radio" from an old Radney Foster song that was randomly playing in my head this morning, Nobody Wins.

...which led me to listen to a song that hit hard in high school: Doug Supernaw's Reno. Looking back through my life, who knew this Kenny Roger's Gambler would play out the way it has? Another memory from '93, Gibson/Miller Band: "...high rolling, holding the winning hand."

Naw, I ain't got no use for today's "country." But in the Before Times? Yeeeeeeeehaw! I could can give an ol' rebel yell!

Ahh, enough with country. This was my Spring 2001 jam in the 12-disc CD player, an album short enough to listen to its entirety as I drove around town in that ol' white, 1993 Chevy Silverado extended cab with the stepsides: