That time ended years ago.
Since then, I’ve been throwing everything I want to save into a melting pot called “Other bookmarks”. It’s true, these are the bookmarks that are not in the organised folders, which makes them “other”. (Except for the ones that are duplicates, which are not “other”.) Still, as labels go it’s not especially helpful.
A few months ago I decided to make a new folder system and started transferring old bookmarks into my new system. I got through about twenty before I got bored. Which leaves approximately a billion.
I’m not going to sort through them methodically today. That would be boring. Instead I’m going to do the fun thing: hold my breath, jump in, and see what’s tangled in my hair when I surface.
Experimental archaeology is a real thing. And if you’re doing research for a fantasy novel based on or inspired by some real civilisation it sounds pretty awesome.
We can only learn so much about how historical civilisations lived by reading their love letters and digging up their mummified cats. A logical next step is trying to live the way they did.
Hence “experimental archaeology”. (I wrote about a book by a woman who does this. She’s my hero.)
In this case, it’s a matter of “the hairdo on that ancient Roman statue would look awesome in the office with my suit. Let’s see if I can figure out how to recreate it.”
Spoiler: sometimes you can. The boss still won’t be impressed.
I know I had a good reason to save this page, but I have no idea what it was.
Maybe I was trying to research medieval travel. It does have some cool photos of wagons.
People worldwide dream about flying.
A stripper is happy to take off her clothes in front of people, but her dreams are private.
54% of the Icelandic population believes in fairies.
“Every one of us is, in our own way, difficult to live with.”
Whoever wrote this is a genius.
I read it and had to wonder how I’m difficult to live with. I’m sure my husband could tell you, but he’d probably be insulting about the whole thing.
- I find it physically impossible to be quiet when I get up early in the morning. Is it my fault that all the doors and the floors squeak, and that skirt in the dryer has a metal zip on it?
- When I’m engrossed in a book I’m blind and deaf. You can sit next to me and shout and I genuinely won’t hear you.
- My skills at housework are a hairsbreadth above “troll”.
- I’m certain I’m not going to drop it, because really, how careless can you be? Then I drop it.
- I have perfected the art of sleeping through the noise of the cat vomiting, because the first person to acknowledge it has to clean it up.
Did you know tortoises and lobsters don’t grow old? They do occasionally get dropped live into boiling water, though, and I’m not sure this risk is worth the upside.
But the scary thing would be if humans could learn “negligible senescence” (not aging) from them.
How terrible a world would we create? Even overlooking the obvious overpopulation problem.
You know how there are those jobs that are so cool that everyone wants them, but there’s only one of them in the country and you can’t get it until the last guy dies? Well, bad luck! Because this guy is going to be there for the next thousand years.
Or you have an old enemy. He stuck gum in your hair in primary school, broke your science experiment in high school, and stole your promotion by bad-mouthing you in the corporate world. No easy escape for you when he ages and dies. He’s going to be spreading rumours about your fictitious office romance until the next ice age.
… to the questions that get asked about every new technology.
No, you can’t eat it, and it won’t solve that knotty plot problem for you. But there’s no going back.
In conclusion, I spend way too much time on random websites. How about you?
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