Daikatana, or where'd I leave my keys?
Even though I first saw it this afternoon, I can't, for the life of me, remember where I got this link from. A mere eight hours later that particular bit of knowledge is long gone. I assumed I read it on someone's blog, but Spotlight doesn't show anything in my feeds. It's not in my Safari history, so I must have followed a link in NetNewsWire, which only keeps history as long as the tab is open. I used to use HistoryHound, but really that's just an open invitation for the other side to screw you six ways to Sunday during discovery, so it's the internets for me.
But — Technorati is no help at all; the search engines are worse. PubSub doesn't work this way. Come on, you princes of industry, you Google people, you red-headed stepchildren of Web 2.0 — surely some kind-hearted VC will give you money to help me with my short-term memory problem?
(I confess that in my delerium I tend to emulate Ben [that is, the nonplatonic ideal of Ben-that-was]. It is not pathological, I assure you — merely exhaustion.)