"What is it Master Obi-won?"

"I just heard a terrible sound rip through the Force, as of an obsessive hoarder of bookmarks wailing in mingled pain and mourning."

So this weekend we got back the portable hard drive with the data Geek Squad was able to rescue from our desktop.

It had Tom's fanfic. And his original novel. And all our photos, including recent ones of the Zodlings that were not included in the backup we'd found elsewhere of most of our photos.

It did not have any of the Firefox bookmarks.

All my sewing links. All my recipes and product links in the Mark's Allergies Folder. All my autism links. All my webcomics. All my random liberal crap (with its own folder). All my fanfic links. All my shopping links, including the etsy shop of a person who made these AWESOME Obi-wan sock monkeys and I hoped someday to commission one from. All my locally based links, not just for here, but our last two stations, AND all my links from back in the day when we planned on having a convalidation ceremony in my parents' church in addition to the legal ceremony for the judge, which had tremendous sentimental value, AND all the links from various places I dreamed of traveling.

Basically, YEARS worth of bookmarks, dating back to when Tom and I first moved in together and began sharing a computer?

All. Gone.

I'm still in mourning.

Yes, I totally realize this is a First World problem to have.

Still mourning.