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Somewhere in mid-seventies, when I was around 13 years old, I got hooked on CBs (I may have been even younger because my voice's pitch was still high and other CB users were thinking I was a girl.) I used my saving money to buy a CB radio, an antenna (that I installed myself on the roof around the chimney), a huge power microphone (because of which I received a warning from Canadian's broacast police that suspected me to use a booster - gee did I get scared!).
My base name was ZEBRA, my calling letters were something like XM52-42377 (not sure about the "42" though). I had my own card (these cards had a special name - Q-Card?). I bugged my father once in a while to travel a little bit to attend conventions on weekends where I was exchanging cards with others. Eventually, he even installed a mobile station in his Camaro Z-28 so he could talk to me.
I was playing drums at this time, so I had a band. The 3 of us were CB users so we called ourselves the CBoys and we produced our groupie t-shirts with this name (our most famous interpretation was some parts from Suite Madame Blue - Styx, and Roy Buchanan's
The Messiah will come again.)
Ok, so I admitted it publicly: I was a CB geek. I just revealed all of this to Chantal and I can still hear her laugh upstairs.
Now, around 25 years later, I realize I am still a geek.
MSNBC describes the similarity between communication movements, CBs and WebLogs.
In the CB days, there was a small group of very popular CByers. These individuals were using a lot of air time and acting as some kind of leaders on public channels. The rest of us generally listenned. Sounds very much like the weblog world to me. And I am still in the same bunch.
