@thedoubletap First, thank you for documenting so well. Second, you're a brave person (Using Edge). Third...
I guess I don't really have a third, but I will echo - Opera needs some serious work.
Let me tell you about my divorce because of Opera...
I am a bad browser. I will have many, many tabs open. Some will be in Tab Islands. Many of those will be there accidentally. Other, related tabs, will be off on their own, in shark infested waters, I guess.
I will wind up opening additional windows, thinking this will help me organize... i.e.,
- email-related tabs wind up at one side of one window... but every link clicked on, winds up in that same window.
- Another window will have tabs to AI image generation, AI chats, AI news, and random links from those tabs.
- Another window will have social media things
- Another window will have other technical, programming, etc.
- Aaand another one will have electronics, etc.
I usually wind up with links spread sporadically across all of them... all windows will have some YT video, the Social Media one will have login tabs for banking or AI chat. The AI one will have tabs for "X", it's all just 'orible.
My memory is full. I mean, really full. Like, 10 pounds of manure in a 4 pound sack, full. 471 tabs across 5 windows? Oh... not counting the Private window.
And periodically, I try to at least inventory. I can't save a window's worth of tabs, like in any regular browser. No. I have to save a windows worth of tabs to a speed dial. That's it's own type of insanity.
"But that's OK, because you can just move speed dials to bookmarks!" Argh. That's total insanity.
Although... I did (just) learn that I can open a bookmarks TAB, and, I can export the whole shebang to a file and edit it IN an external text editor, to get my bookmarks from the speed dial tabs.
Insanity.
So, I figure I'll try Workspaces again. Tried 'em before, didn't understand the concept, so, quit. Read a bit on it, "maybe workspaces can be used kind of like profiles!"
Spend hours (sob) setting up workspaces for the organization I was trying to get. I'm thinking, "Hey, I know it's not really documented WHY they are or WHAT they do, but somebody said this worked for them..."
I should have inventoried everything before I started - but I was brave - and besides, I was maybe a hours away from Opera expiring on it's own and being so full of tabs that it takes 20 minutes to reopen.
Set up 5 general workspaces, to generally match what should have been organized in the windows, but hey, I'm not that good.
Spend hours weeding through and sending tab islands to the proper window, and assigning to specific workspaces. Hey, I'm beginning to like the idea!
Wow, got all Social stuff with all email stuff with ... basically, any signin not otherwise aligned.
Got all my AI stuff declared to the AI workspace and in the same window.
Etc., etc.
I'm keeping an eye on my memory... it's inching higher still... the Opera windows freeze for a few seconds in between operations... the outlines haunting me like ghosts. Reproachful ghosts.
Okay, time for the big experiment. Close two windows... memory comes down. Close the media/email one... memory goes down. Close the tech/battery/whatever window. Only AI left open. Cool!
If Workspaces work the way described, I should be able to shut Opera down, bring it back up, and go to any workspace, retrieve all the tabs saved to that workspace, in the last state, log-ins and all, and be merrily on my way using oh... 30% of the memory I was?
Open Opera. Ok. AI tabs. Now. Open a fresh window, and Click another workspace.
Nothing.
Nothing?
nothing!?
A different workspace. A couple of tabs. Correct topics, but only 5 or 7 out of the 60 or so that were assigned to that workspace?!
A different workspace. Nothing.
I'm not against grown men showing emotion. I cry when dogs die. I shed a tear for friends who have passed. I sniffle over how much I love my kids.
Opera has caused a grown man to break down in sobs of agony, writhing on the floor, kicking the computer desk, over turning the chair, causing his wife to come running to see what happened.... all she sees is a grown man weeping openly, tearing out great handfuls of his hair.
"Who died?! What great tragedy has befallen us?!!" She's starting to get frantic, tearing up, expecting the worst, ready to rend her garments and join her husband in whatever fresh hell has been visited upon our family! "What is it, husband mine?"
"Opera," I manage to whisper, croaking out the cause of my pain, through cracked lips. "It's... Opera."
She's confused. She's wondering if it's a tragic opera I'm comparing life to.
She is wondering if we're broke, destitute, penniless, if we'll be cast out into the snow next month (We're in May, in the 35th degree latitudes... it'll be hot soon).
"My browser crapped out, I lost all my hard-won tabs. It's gone. It's all gone." (For me, "crapped out" is pretty strong language, in front of my wife.)
She knows beans about my computer. Or my browser. And I should probably delete my history, but anyway.
"What?" She's still concerned, but now she's concerned about if it would be considered justifiable homicide, and, if she can get the blood stains out, could she turn the room into a sewing room or something.
Okay... it turns out I didn't divorced. Only a broken arm and a couple bruises.
But I blame it all on Opera.