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My Dashboard

As Dive has requested—my dashboard so that you can psychoanalyze me. This is the dashboard from my laptop, slightly different from the dashboard on my big work computer. I change things from time to time, adding a game and then taking it away when it bores me. Sometimes I have a widget that shows the night sky at various locations, but it malfunctions and updates so much, I have taken it off for now.

I particularly like the ShakeASpeare. If you click on the parchment, his insults change. You can't see all of the photo that currently serves as my desktop, so here is the full shot. There has to be a story there.

Comments

dive said…
Ooooh! Mastermind and Shakespeare! I've got to get those, Robyn!
And I love your desktop photo. It is so cute and funny.
11:18 AM
Cheltenhamdailyphoto said…
he he very funny. A young Marilyn Monroe?

The Shakespeare makes me want one of those Mac thingies alone!
3:57 PM
Lulubelle B said…
Love the photo! I can hear the giggles.
6:35 PM
Alifan said…
Lovely Robyn.. the photo is like the cards that the boys send me ...always find something out of the ordinary!!!
6:57 AM
Maria said…
As I told Dive, it shames me that I own a Mac and did not even know that I HAD a dashboard. Bing and Liv are out taking Socks for his walk but when they get back, I plan to ask exactly what it is and why I don't have one on mine....
7:14 PM
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