You know, the stuff you think will be so necessary you hit 'bookmark this page', and then after weeks or months or years, you realize that the list is so long anything beyond the first 20 items is unfindable. What's in yours?
I have what you think I'd have: Weather, Overheard in the Newsroom (so, so funny), Twitter, Facebook (though why I don't know, I hate FB), Craigslist (I get bored; don't judge), Tiny URL (because sometimes bigger isn't better), the New Yorker, a universal conversion site (because I constantly have to change from miles to kilometres and things like that; my brain is quite imperial, my editors are not), my bank, Mapquest (though my sister calls it Meanderquest, and rightly so), Urban Dictionary (when I want to know what something rude or disgusting means and don't want to ask my kids), whatever I'm currently working on, which can mean a list of articles on leasing, minivans, winter tires, driver's ed, asbestos, finding a therapist (not for me; I get asked a lot - go figure), Porsche Panamera (don't be jealous), Audi R8 ( don't be more jealous), brake pads (put away your jealous pretty quick, didn't ya?), Aldo (what? You think boots just happen?) and the usual scroll of about 20 newspapers. That pic up top, however is a loose end. I just laugh and laugh when I read it, so I keep it in my bookmarks even when I purge every other extraneous thing.
I read all these things about 'extreme' sports. Like Extreme Fighting. The only thing I practice is Extreme Habit. I come downstairs every morning, grab the paper, feed the cats, change their water, put on the kettle, and grab the paper in the exact same order, every day. It is so predictable that if I forget to get the paper, Maggie stands by the door and points. I trundle through my links in the exact same order, every day. No, if I do that differently, Maggie doesn't point. She's just a cat, people.
Most of the horror stories you hear from people are about their browser histories. I have one friend who has begged her friends to race to her house if she dies to clear her history before her parents get there. But browser histories are just recent things. I often go chasing off on a tangent like a squirrel chasing a nut with some topic or other. That would only reveal how I was thinking that second. It's my bookmarks that reveal the real me. And I've just discovered how boring I am.