Dec 07 2006
Sister Winter
As I was hitting k and v[1] this morning I knew that my post today would be nothing but a selection of links and me going “Dude, how cool is this.” or “isn’t this fab”.
But then I forgot to keep all my tabs open and it is too much hassle to revisit my history pages and I’m lazy, so you don’t get to see the wonders that webland brought me today. Maybe tomorrow. Then again, maybe not.
I will however link to this great article in the Observer [2] about a little autistic boy and how surfing helped him.
It is impossible to convey what this has meant to me psychically. I have the requisite words, but they will ring hollow if you haven’t yourself met great sadness. On the worst days I look into Luke’s eyes and find them empty as pools. I know there’s life inside them, but don’t know how I know; there are times when he’s just gone and has left no note.
Guess what?
Yup, today is Thursday, which means . . .
tomorrow is Friday. And then it is the weekend. Already? Who’d'a thunk it could possibly come so fast?
Also, I’m a thinking that this would be perfect for christmas. No?
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I too sometimes forget to bookmark some links. But with the new Firefox I rarely shut down any tab and keep it open till my laziness goes away knowing full well that if Firefox closes accidentally or I shut down my PC by mistake, I can recover with their cool new renew previous session feature. The problem of course is that the tab bar looks like it has a rash…
Don’t know, I listened to the first couple of notes and had to stop. Just, like, had to.
“I had the worst Christmas ever!” sounds a little like a warning though…
SFGary, I don’t like having a load of tabs open for a long time, I like my browser clean, but Firefox is great for remembering stuff so usually I can go back and find it.
Anne, warning shmarning!