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The Trouble With Firefox

The trouble with Firefox is I hates it. Big time hate. Yes, it gets all the cool plugins and everyone loves working in XUL, and that cross-platform goodness is very cross-platformy.

And yes, they’ve made fantastic strides in reducing its memory suckage, which helps render the durned thing actually usable at last.

But still… hates it.

I hates it, because actually, its not usable ((Fine. Okay. It is usable. Just not usable like I like.)).

Here is how I like to use a browser:

  • with all visible toolbars turned off by default (real estate is gold, baby).
  • hands kept far away from the mouse.

Here are the reasons I want to use Firefox:

  • awesomest “”: “add-on”: evah.
  • having a hard time coming up with a number 2
  • everybody else is using it
  • it just ticks me off that I can’t make Everyone’s Favourite Browser work right for me
  • keywords in the location field eliminates the need for a search field
  • oh yeah, and if I spent any time slumming through the add-ons list, surely there’ll be another half dozen examples of grooviness that I can no longer live without.

Here are the reasons Firefox irks me to no end

  • there is no (obvious) keyboard shortcut for toggling the various toolbars
  • the location field changes behavior depending upon whether the the location toolbar has been toggled off or not

When the location toolbar is toggled on, the location field shows your current URI. When its toggled off, the location field (when triggered) displays the last thing you typed in to it.

I reference my current resource dozens of times a day, either to put in in my paste buffer, or, less often, just to check where I’m at. If I’m just checking, then cmd-i will pop up the relevant meta-data. Its on the window heavy side, but at least gets me what a need without extra keystrokes. But if I want to buffer, I’ve found no way to avoid the mouse.

“So what?”, says the intertubes.

So I hates it. Safari & Camino both get this right. And when you’re coming from the land of right, going wrong feels so icky.