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Are Your Browser Bookmarks a Mess?
How about your garage?
My bookmarks were worse than a rats nest. Worse than a garbage dump. Worse than my “haven’t had a haircut in thirteen months of COVID” hair when I stumble into the bathroom first thing in the morning.
It wasn’t that I had too many sites bookmarked (less than 100, in fact), but that there was no organization to them. A site about coding might be uncomfortably squeezed between a recipe and a political diatribe or a link from Amazon. A few weak attempts at organization were scattered there-in, but a folder unhelpfully named “Webpage Stuff” with only six children was only slightly worse than “Tools and Reference”, which boasted eight sites, one of which is defunct!
I’m good at ignoring things that annoy me. I’m also good at pouring fuel on the fire — when I could not find a bookmark that I was sure existed, I’d track it down with Google and randomly bookmark it again. This helped create oh-so-useful duplicates.
I vowed I would fix all this someday soon. You know, “someday soon” is anytime in the week after the Twelfth of Never, or thereabouts. It would get done, that was certain. Or certainish, certainly.
