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Go Firefox Go!

Fellow Firefox users: I have a belated Christmas present for you!

BoingBoing has posted an article telling us how to speed up your web browsing experience. I’ve implemented it, and it seems to work.

However, there is a caveat detailed on adot’s notblog—apparently, this could potentially cause problems with certain servers, and won’t appreciably speed up your load time unless you have an appropriate combination of bandwidth and processing power.

So, remember what you did, in case you need to undo it later. But for now, it’s pretty sweet.

the ongoing saga of my job

Getting Props

So, for the past week or two at work, I?ve been hunting down information on a particular account so I could complete a request that was sent to our department. I spoke with half a dozen departments to locate the file I needed, and no one knew where it was. Finally, I got an e-mail yesterday that said that the file I needed was MIA, so I had to jump through even more procedural hoops to complete this request I had sitting on my desk. I ended up getting special permission to bend the rules for this particular request, since the documentation I needed just wasn?t available.

I remember thinking, ?Damn, I should totally get a Gotcha! Card for this.?

Surprisingly enough, I just did. It?s good to know that my efforts aren?t going completely unnoticed.

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Damn These Dreams

I had a dream last night that I found out my husband was sleeping with someone else while I was away from the house. In the dream, it was someone I knew, but not in real life. I don?t remember how I found out, but I remember feeling like I?d been punched in the stomach. (That was a regular occurrence when I was little, so I know how it feels.) I was ready to forgive him, though, except for one thing:

?So, what do you say?? I asked him in the dream, referring to what they did during the act itself. ?Do you tell her you love her?? He said he did.

That was even worse than being cheated on physically. The idea that he could not just make love to someone else, but actually *love* someone else hit me the worst in my dream.

Don?t worry, Aaron, I know it was just a weird dream, and that you wouldn?t actually do anything like that… It was still disturbing, though.

reviews

Just A Geek

Before I begin my review of Wil Wheaton’s latest book, I’d like to take a moment to point out one thing.

I think that I’ve figured out the difference between us simple plebes and the blogging elite of the Blogosphere™. They don’t necessarily have something wittier, funnier, stranger, or generally more worthy to post—well, OK, maybe they do. The point I wanted to make, though, is that when the rest of us post, it’s almost stream-of-consciousness. At best, it’s a first draft. You can’t make me believe that when Dooce or Wil or any other well-known blogger posts, that they haven’t at least read and edited once before they hit that Save button. Sure, I skim for spelling and grammatical errors and other indignities, but I don’t draft my blog entries like I once drafted ENG 112 syntheses.

And maybe I should.

Now, for the review…

Just A GeekMy husband bought me Wil Wheaton’s latest book, Just A Geek, as a Christmas present.

I read it yesterday.

OK, I exaggerate. I read one chapter at the laundromat Sunday, the end of the appendices at work today, and the rest I read yesterday. It was that engaging.
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Missing Mom

In response to my musings about my lack of Christmas spirit, Sheryl had this to say:

…it could be the fact that you wont see your mom this xmas? even if you didnt normally go visit, the distance makes it seem more..empty. :/

That’s a good point, and one that I had actually pondered while Aaron and I were driving home from Cleveland on Saturday.

I’d agreed with Aaron beforehand that it would be so wonderful not to have to share Christmas with two families this year. No sleeping on the floor at Mom and Gary’s place, no coming home smelling like Vantage cigarettes, no juggling of times and places and meals and ending up waiting on Uncle Pete anyway.

Even so, as I sat in the passenger’s seat of the Kia on the way home Christmas night, in amongst my various sleepy ponderings was the realization that I wanted a hug from my Mom.

It’s finally hitting me that it could be *years* until I see my mother again.

Maybe that *is* it.

Sure, Gary’s a tool, and my Mom isn’t quite as cool as she once was… but still, nothing quite compares to a Mom Hug™.