This guy is going to be so surprised when he hears about the browser history.
yeah but those tabs have been open for months, they’re so far back in my history and I don’t even know what was in there
Or bookmarks
Laughs nervously
You’re like my grandma but instead of wrapping paper, you’re hoarding anxiety.
What happens when your power goes out?
Luckily Firefox is really good at recovering all windows.
20? Is that a significant number? I feel like I could memorize 20 urls. 400-500 would be a realistic number. What is this, the 90s?
I too am a tab hoarder
It’s not, any developer has 10-20 tabs open at all times, it’s nothing.
Per jira ticket
- It’s 2025, is there even a browser that doesn’t reopen your tabs by default? Who are the criminals building those?
- Keeping a zillion tabs open is a resource strain on classic computers. If people are up for it, they could explore saving tabs to stuff like task apps or bookmark services.
Every modern browser will snooze your tabs automatically, making them take practically no resources.
Those are rookie numbers
I remember double digits fondly.
Grouped tabs restore the illusion.
i got 64gb ram so that i never had to close a tab again
I got 4 monitors so that I’d never have to stop having a tab on top again. 64 gb to keep them running.
My daughter has the same mental problem. You should hear her when I recommend closing a few tabs when she calls me for “my computer is so slow!”.
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[Verse 2] The scholars cried in sorrow, “There’ll be no notes tomorrow!” But knowledge had no concern, Let it burn, let it burn, let it burn.
[Chorus] It doesn’t show signs of stopping, The papyrus ash is dropping, And since wisdom won’t return, Let it burn, let it burn, let it burn.
[Bridge] When we finally say goodbye, How we’ll miss all that Plato and Pi! But if history’s meant to die, Then we’ll watch the embers fly.
[Verse 3] All the scrolls are now a-cinder, The air’s a smoky tinder, But oh, how the flames still churn — Let it burn, let it burn, let it burn.
[Outro] No Aristotle’s learning, Just the glow of pages burning, And as the ages turn, Let it burn… let it burn… let it burn.
