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Since it appears to be the meme of the day, have a picture of my desktop:
The genericness of the background picture is not, actually, down to losing a lot of my accumulated tat in the Great Crash Of Ought-Nine, it's more that since I (demonstrably) tend to organize my Stuff in a spatial-relationships kind of way I need to be able to see everything against a relatively neutral ground. Folders I use a lot live around the bottom corners so I can drag stuff into them with a quick squeeze of the mouse, web addresses I may need to reference in a post or something go up top, and clippings of text that I've decided don't go where I thought they would in a story get tossed into the middle until I decide to either delete them or stick them into the clippings folder to be cannibalized for their idea-parts later. (Have I mentioned lately how much I love drag-and-drop Clippings? Years of my life I had to put up with the ways we used to cope...) And, for some strange reason that no doubt makes sense to some side of my brain, random images that might get turned into icons a bit later get dragged off to "not down all the way in the lower-right corner but thereabouts" where you currently see that mob of .jpgs.
This actually mirrors the way my brain sorts stuff in the so-called Real World, as it happens. My house generally looks like a bomb went off in it, but I can usually lay hands on whatever it is I'm looking for fairly quickly by visualizing roughly what I was about the last time I interacted with the X and zeroing in that "it should be somewhere near the Y if I can find that". (Note that this obviously falls apart if Mum comes in and doesn't put stuff back when she's done with it, like how the good hammer turned up in the trunk of the car yesterday...) So I imagine this would Mean Something to the neuro people amongst y'all, if anyone wants to come study me... ;)
The genericness of the background picture is not, actually, down to losing a lot of my accumulated tat in the Great Crash Of Ought-Nine, it's more that since I (demonstrably) tend to organize my Stuff in a spatial-relationships kind of way I need to be able to see everything against a relatively neutral ground. Folders I use a lot live around the bottom corners so I can drag stuff into them with a quick squeeze of the mouse, web addresses I may need to reference in a post or something go up top, and clippings of text that I've decided don't go where I thought they would in a story get tossed into the middle until I decide to either delete them or stick them into the clippings folder to be cannibalized for their idea-parts later. (Have I mentioned lately how much I love drag-and-drop Clippings? Years of my life I had to put up with the ways we used to cope...) And, for some strange reason that no doubt makes sense to some side of my brain, random images that might get turned into icons a bit later get dragged off to "not down all the way in the lower-right corner but thereabouts" where you currently see that mob of .jpgs.
This actually mirrors the way my brain sorts stuff in the so-called Real World, as it happens. My house generally looks like a bomb went off in it, but I can usually lay hands on whatever it is I'm looking for fairly quickly by visualizing roughly what I was about the last time I interacted with the X and zeroing in that "it should be somewhere near the Y if I can find that". (Note that this obviously falls apart if Mum comes in and doesn't put stuff back when she's done with it, like how the good hammer turned up in the trunk of the car yesterday...) So I imagine this would Mean Something to the neuro people amongst y'all, if anyone wants to come study me... ;)