Recovered from the Wayback Machine.
I have this insanely perverse urge not to download Firefox until Wednesday. To get up in the dead of night, tip-toe to my machine and hit the download button when the date is safely the 18th; cackling in glee at the thought that I, I, am the sole hold out–the traitor, the ingrate, the rebel.
What will happen, instead, is I’ll forget about it and sometime later tonight when I’m online, reading or writing or both, the automate update wizard will pop up and tell me there’s a new version of Firefox. I’ll click the button for the upgrade, and probably won’t think twice about it.
My moment of rebellion will have passed, immersed in other things.
