Dodgy, man.

There is a Russian bloke on my CD player singing about beer, and all my bookmarks have disappeared. The one is not neccessarily related to the other, but I am feeling rather perturbed about it all and felt the need to express my perturbation. This vexes me. I am extremely vexed. Well, not about the Russian singer. He's actually okay. I mean, the man likes his beer. But he's not a bad singer. Pity about the quintessentially My Dad's Generation Russian guitar picking. However, the sudden non-existence of my entire bookmarks folder is a cause of vexation and perturbation, as I may have previously mentioned.

So, I'm building up my bookmarks folder again, via History, which appears to be intact, and I suppose it's as good a way as any to get rid of the bookmarks I never use. Have I ever mentioned how much technology hates me?