Yes Lacey, if they really put their minds too it, they can tell what you've looked at even if you've deleted the history. Internet is not secure (there's a slightly scarey FAQ item at RIU somewhere which didn't address this but added some new things to be totally paranoid about). I reckon if anyone is checking oyur home computer, you're busted before they look so no extra worries...but your work comp might be monitored here and there as a matter of course, so maybe no RUI from work unless your boss is supercool! Deleting anything from you computer really only stops the average Joe from seeing it. Someone who knows what they're doing can get mostly any file you've ever deleted from your hard drive. There are programs which are called shredders which do better at deleting stuff, the top ones of course are many $$.
BB, I spend a LOT of time on the internet...and it looks like it! Bring to mind every negative stereotype of someone who does that....tis a picture of *me*! Hey, hadn't heard of Franti til I read your post, listening now, like it, thanks a mill. I LOVE new music. Ganja babe my sweet ganja babe...power to the peaceful, love to the hateful...
Woke up, there was a copter practically flyingthrough my house. You peeps made me paranoid, talking about cops. But, it was either the worst student pilot ever, or police searching for someone/thing. They flew over twice.
EDIT - Read a comforting thread on RUI. How would the coptercops tell the diff between a 400w grow light and a clothes dryer or a heater? Me feels better now. Lol feckin haha, jumping outta bed in a paranoid panic is not the most fun way to greet the day! What an idjit!
Nother EDIT...was looking at other stuff on RUI last night, and came across a photo I had heard of but never seen, in a thread called something like 'iconic photos...' (lots of dead bodies, not for the fragile). Made me remember a poem I love:
Strange fruit
Lewis allen
Southern trees bear strange fruit,
Blood on the leaves and blood at the root,
Black bodies swinging in the southern breeze,
Strange fruit hanging from the poplar trees.
Pastoral scene of the gallant south,
The bulging eyes and the twisted mouth,
Scent of magnolias, sweet and fresh,
Then the sudden smell of burning flesh.
Here is fruit for the crows to pluck,
For the rain to gather, for the wind to suck,
For the sun to rot, for the trees to drop,
Here is a strange and bitter crop.
The pic is of some of the last lynched negros in 1930s USA hanging from a tree. They were accused of mugging a white man and raping his girlfriend, the lynch mob broke into the local jail with the help of the police there and...well, the pic says it all.