via Slashdot -

“InfoWorld reports a new web browser designed to protect users privacy is available for download. Called Browzar, it ‘automatically deletes Internet caches, histories, cookies and auto-complete forms.’ It also boasts a search engine, which the company will use to generate income. The 264KB application is the brainchild of Ajaz Ahmen, known for creating the U.K.’s first ISP Freeserve. The forthcoming version is for Windows only, but Mac and Linux versions will be available eventually.”

Yeay!:
~ Loving the GUI
~ True to their word, I have no trace of my own visit to my site. Viva la privacy!

Boo:
~ Search for “maigh” and maigh.com ranks 13th? Psha.
~ Doesn’t like my favicon
~ True to their word, I have no trace of my own visit to my site. How to track traffic without violating privacy?
~ Unlike all other SW in the known world, “Run” doesn’t install, and “Save” just throws a shortcut on your desktop. Groovy, but not well documented/explained.

Nothing like a cold, wet ass to start your morning off right.

Damn if it hasn’t seemed to rain every flipping day here for the last month, and damn if I didn’t forget to roll my window up for the umpteenth time last night.

Did I hear the rain? Nope. Such is my soundproof castle.

As a direct result of my own boundless stupidity, I hopped in the Jeep this morning to find that not only had it rained, but the wind blew the rain in the exact right direction to soak everything on the drivers side – all Mother Nature needed was an inch and a half of opportunity and she could rock. My. World.

One towel, a stop for coffee and a 5 minute commute later, my lower back and the backs of my claves are wet…but my bootie has managed to dry.

As my mother used to say “if you eat a toad for breakfast each morning, nothing worse can go wrong all day.”

I hope so.

After the embarrassing hoo-hah / back and forth in the comments of a previous post, The Mc suggested I have my own hormone/terror alert level and that I post it on my site so there aren’t any surprises for unwitting readers.

I don’t delete posts or comments simply because they’re unflattering, instead I prefer to leave evidence where I can see and learn from it.

Still, you deserve a fighting chance.

**UPDATED**

Per the comment of one wise bosskat, see following.

Is it just me or has the rumble of the blogs died down?

Every day I get up and over coffee and The Today Show I take a quick look through Bloglines, seeing and reading what is to be seen and read. The last few weeks the number of posts has diminished drastically, leaving me with more Today Show and less…real humans.

Is it the summer threatening to end, everyone out for their last hoorah’s and coming home too weak and tired to fathom plinking it all out on a keyboard? Is it life in general catching up with us and Mother Time not being forgiving enough to find us 30 minutes? Is it too many beautiful wonderful and personal things happening that we don’t need/want to share with the masses…or are writers burning out?

I’m guilty, and I’m all of the above.

It’s hard to find the energy to do this every day, it’s hard to find things that happened in the last 24/48/72 hours that wasn’t so personal I could share and frankly after 4 years I’m burning out a smidge.

I continue to speculate about the rest of the cats and kittens in my Bloglines rolls.

For the last week my chin has hurt like hell, like a ghost snuck in my room while I was sleeping and sucker punched me. Last night the cause of the pain came to life, as my chin gave birth to two beautifully formed twin pimples.

Hmmm…what to name them?

So I’m reading the post from yesterday and I’m thinking “that wasn’t funny at all, why the hell were we laughing so hard”? Then The Mc reminded me.

We started talking about being daredevils, you know the kind of folks that base jump or ghost ride the whip and we considered cannonballing into the contaminated pool ala Super Dave Osborne in a feat of harrowing stupidity or just dumping our tasty fru-fru cocktails, taking a big scoop of pool water and pounding it.

We didn’t, obviously.

Hm. Still not that funny.

Midway through day one of our beach lounging extravaganza, we broke from the sand and wandered up to the cafe on the other side of the dune for some grub and a fancy adult beverage. Glancing around the pool the bordered the café we observed and discussed the differences between those who come to the beach to sit by the pool vs those who come to the beach to sit on the beach. Then we noticed that there was yellow caution tape strung between the handles that bracket the stairs to the pool and that there was an employee standing guard in the blazing sun to oversee the lack of activity – and ensure it stayed that way.

We formulated our theories about something having gone a piss in the pool, which was confirmed by our waiter, to whom it seemed routine. Ew. As we enjoyed our meal and speculated about what kind of punishment the offending bladder may have received (lifetime ban from the hotel? Toilet seat around the neck for the duration? Flogging with a dirty diaper?), another employee walked by with a parrot on his shoulder.

The Mc was disappointed when he said “I wonder why he doesn’t’ just fly off” and I had to break it to him that the poor feathered friend had probably had his wings clipped so he couldn’t if he wanted to. Regrettably, my camera was in our bag on the beach and unavailable for documenting the moment.

We defined his world. “Ladies and Gentlemen, this is Pablo the Piss Parrot. He’ll help you forget that you aren’t allowed in the pool for another thirty minutes while the water recirculates. Look at his pretty colors. Yes, that’s it, touch my parrot.”

This is the equivalent of “look over there – it’s Oprah Winfrey laying the smackdown on Starr Jones!” while you steal a French fry or the more practical “oooh something sparkly…look” to disengage from a conversation.

Silly and simple a tactic as this might have been, it worked on the masses. They even seemed to forget once the tape was removed and they leapt back in the water that they were swimming in urine.

Maybe I should get one of these for the office.