Peeved, and no one to blame except myself, that's the situation just now.
I am tidying my bookmarks, sorting them into some kind of order so perhaps it will be a little easier to find things. So I've foldered the animations into a folder labled "Animations" and the wav sites into one called "Wav Sites" and the blogs into one called (can you guess?) "Blogs". Of course, being the borderline OCD candidate that I am, there are subfolders and addendums to site titles so I can make sense of a non-revealing name such as "Happy Tree Friends" (nothing to do with sweet squirrels or darling koala pictures) or The Cutie Bunch Friendly Pal Pack (not nearly as saccarine as it sounds). Then comes the bit that peeves me.
I have a folder set aside labeled "to post about later", containing interesting news items or odd pictures that I had earnestly planned to write a concise, witty post about, how they made me feel, what struck me as interest about them, why I bothered to save them in the first place. The trouble is, once I've clicked them into Laterville, I completely forget just what the bloody hell I wanted to say about them, or even why they took my fancy to begin with.
So there they sit, in limbo, while I try to suck up the memories from the sludge of my hindbrain, debating whether to hit that delete button or give them a second chance. I have tons and tons of room left to store these orphans on, but I'm working on the paranoid theory that if I keep unwanted or unloved links in my Favorites file for a microsecond longer than necessary, eventually they will gang up and plot the overthrown of my file system and then who knows the carnage that might follow?
I must stop anthropomorphizing everything. I really must.
The looks I get from the GM1 everytime I kiss the computer good night should have told me that long ago.
(previously posted on Blogspot)
Posted by LeeAnn at May 31, 2003 03:46 PM