Like millions of others who were willing to play along and help Make History with Firefox 3 and set a world record for downloads, I downloaded Firefox 3 on the appointed day.

So many fun things you can do with your photos, so little time. If you're like me—going to BlogHer08 armed with camera—you'll have a ton of photos to deal with soon. Even if you don't plan to attend BlogHer08, you can still have fun with your photos. Here are some ideas to spark your creativity. I've talked about some of them in depth before, so I'm just going to try to summarize the choices in this post. If I miss a favorite of yours, please add it. It may turn out to be someone's else's best choice, too.

(About this interwebs tubes thingie: Part Two) Twitter has been having a lot of problems lately. In the past few weeks months, the Twitter servers have been buckling. The Fail Whale has become something of a pop icon. (Buy the t-shirt!) Ironically, Twitter's problems may have actually helped Twitter.

You know my stories. Technology yadda, yadda. Booorrrring. But I have another side that doesn't care about software or blog services or CSS properties. Yep. That side of me is all about words and writing. I create an almost daily writing prompt to stimulate creativity in writers on my First 50 Words blog. So it's high time I checked out some of the blogs by, for, and about writing and writers.

Three years of reading blogs seems to have changed the way I relate to books, especially autobiographies.  I've been riveted this week by a book called We Took To the Woods.  It was written over 50 years ago by Louise Dickinson Rich.  It's a smart, funny and conversational read, the story of a woman who, with her husband and children, simply packed up and headed to the remotest corner of rural of Main

You've heard the stories about teens tormenting one another on MySpace and Facebook, but did you know that even so-called "controlled" online communities for young children are showing classic signs of bullying activity? It's true. And it's depressing. A recent LA Times article paints a grim picture for those of us who had, perhaps, assumed that our tweens had a few years before we needed to worry about this sort of thing: