LJ help please

Say you're at skip 30, in the middle of 25 entries (somewhere), and BANG, you have to go to work. You're gone 10-12 hours and people so do not have the courtesy of not posting while you're gone, and then you discover (about 21 months ago) that skip 30 and scrolling to the middlish of the page doesn't do fuck all for finding where you 'were'....

How would one... if one could... bookmark an entry in /friends so that one could pop right back to the last entry read, to go right back to reading /friends from that point... backward.

Hm?

Is there a way to do this, 'cause I have to go to work sometime, and I really can't afford the time it takes to fish through /friends to locate where I last was (if I even remember where I last was). A part of me even contemplates this being a better feature than 100icons *ducks*

Laters. Gotta go pee Jake and toddle off to work.

*hugs flist*

My mood is really: *babble-y* but the default list doesn't have that *poo*

safety first, kids!

On the way home I got passed (on the right, btw... I really hate that) by a, well, person on a motorcycle. It was kind of a tiny motorcycle. But that's beside the point.

Point being, while a helmet was in use as prescribed (yay, guy-- er, maybe), there was also a long sleeved cotton shirt (hm. Not so good with the yay) for 'protection'--thank God it was long sleeved... otherwise a bug might have made an ugly spot on his/her elbow.

Further, much to my amazement (I'm occasionally easily amazed), topping the ensem were some light brown torn-off shorts (cut-off being far too generous a term), and finally, a pair of freakin' Birkenstock SANDALS...the kind that 'slide on', and... no socks... not that the sockless thing would matter in the long and short of it. Obviously Mystery Motorcycle Rider is not a keen lover of his or her toes... or legs... or really, anything below the chin.

Now, don't get me wrong, it wasn't a very big motorcycle as motorcycles go, but hey, if it'll take you where you want to go at a speed wherein it would hurt... really... really... badly to hit the ground. Then it's big enough.

I do recognize that, as a active driver in control of a vehicle greater than say, oh, I dunno, 80 lbs, I probably shouldn't have given this as much thought as I did, but the mental image just would not go away.

Um. heh. I could have rambled on about Mike Grell and how awesome he was back in the 70's (and probably still is), and all the cool stuff he's hiding from me in the back of his closet, as well as all the hot pr0ny imagery that plagued me on the drive TO work this morning (and I still might), but the mighty, potentially toeless, motorcycle pilot will not let me go!

I... RULE!

It's only taken me a YEAR, but I've finally figured out a great alternative to not having one of those 'L' shaped desks where you can lay your forearm on a vertical surface whilst using a mouse (you young'uns will not relate to this).

My arm. Is in heaven!

Bonus. I can get in a little ironing while reading fic!

I wonder if I can bring an ironing board to work.

*genius*