So driving into the office today with Enigma we heard a strange little diddy on NPR regarding the “slip up” made by Google regarding pre-announcing via email the release of their completely open source web browser- CHROME. Word has it that Google created said web browser as they were concerned that the evil dark wizard Microsoft was going to tweak Internet Explorer to magically ignore Google.com.

As it turns out, on Google.com, Google has presented a different, more politically correct version of the story. According to Google, and this may be true – kind of like those weapons of mass distraction, they are launching Chrome so that the web user of today can use a browser of today, not one designed for 7 years ago with pasted add-ons and patches galore. Nice theory.

So what does it do? According to Google, Chrome is a developers web dream. It doesn’t crash. Javascript is like heroin through its code based veins. Plugins are like musical notes to Mozart, French horns to Beethoven. The ability for a developer to debug a web application will be easier than Paris Hilton. It is multi-threaded, which means that multiple tabs will actually load at the same time, and it also means that with any luck, if you are on Vista anyway (odd the not definded dependancy here), the browser will actually use all those extra processors and cores you paid Dell good money for. Basically that means that the Browser will act like a GOOD operating system coughnotwindowscough.

I could go on and on about the features, instead I suggest you give the cartoon I linked a good read. Its fun coffee/poop reading material. Print it off! No I won’t do that, I won’t tell you every drop of the supposed features. If I had a link to download and install Chrome, I’d give it to you. Tragically though Enigma has spent the better part of the last hour trying to find a link, oddly enough using GOOGLE.com, and can’t seem to locate it. Irony is an evil bitch it seems.

My parting thought is this: Does the Google staff have a mantra that they sing at the start of every meeting? “Microsft sucks. Microsoft sucks. We hate Microsoft. Kill Kill Kill.” I am not a song writer, it shows. Perhaps they meet in the woods, under the cover of darkenss, in cloaks, sacrificing screen shots of Internet Explorer to some Google god, Googleisis – the Goddess of Search Engines, after which they have some weird dork laden sexcapade to the song musings of Moby. Who knows?