Can you guess my favorite deadly sin?
May. 6th, 2007 10:16 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
home_and_awayI just went through the bookmarks I've saved on Mark's side of the laptop.
Okay. Backstory:
We have seperate profiles so my vertically-organised Arabic-pop-mongering doesn't have to disturb his single-layer-from-sea-to-shining-sea spread of RPG notes and engineery things, but since the Carfalonians cut him loose, we've been kindof living on his side just so getting at his e-mail is easier. And so like any good female, I've been marking the territory. I've spared him the rai and electronica, but there's Ani diFranco & Queen on his side of iTunes, now.
And then there're the Firefox bookmark folders...especially the one labled "Food".
Tired of the sprawl of loose sites, I decided to sort them this evening. The game plan is to eventually print the lot of them and stuff them into my Recipe Box for ease of reference when I get bold and decide to try my hand at Börek or kvass. But first I wanted to impose my usual files-within-files organisation on the mess. So that's what I was doing when Mark started his get-ready-for-bed routine. While standing by my shoulder.
Then he tapped that shoulder and stood before me jammified.
"Yes?" says I.
"I just changed clothes, right here. And you missed it."
...
"Oh." /sheepish smile. "Can we call it hyperfocus?"
(~facepalm~)
Okay. Backstory:
We have seperate profiles so my vertically-organised Arabic-pop-mongering doesn't have to disturb his single-layer-from-sea-to-shining-sea spread of RPG notes and engineery things, but since the Carfalonians cut him loose, we've been kindof living on his side just so getting at his e-mail is easier. And so like any good female, I've been marking the territory. I've spared him the rai and electronica, but there's Ani diFranco & Queen on his side of iTunes, now.
And then there're the Firefox bookmark folders...especially the one labled "Food".
Tired of the sprawl of loose sites, I decided to sort them this evening. The game plan is to eventually print the lot of them and stuff them into my Recipe Box for ease of reference when I get bold and decide to try my hand at Börek or kvass. But first I wanted to impose my usual files-within-files organisation on the mess. So that's what I was doing when Mark started his get-ready-for-bed routine. While standing by my shoulder.
Then he tapped that shoulder and stood before me jammified.
"Yes?" says I.
"I just changed clothes, right here. And you missed it."
...
"Oh." /sheepish smile. "Can we call it hyperfocus?"
(~facepalm~)
