In response to several requests, I spent quite a bit of time yesterday reworking the CSS for my site, so I could get rid of the ugly H3 tags that used to contain my entry titles. I did this primarily as a courtesy to the people who synidcate this site . . . it’s really spiffy that anyone thinks this site is worth synidcating. 🙂
I’m pretty happy with the way things look now, and I have a much better understanding of how stylesheets work. It’s pretty cool. I ran my index.php through a validator, and got 32 errors out of 540-something lines . . . not too bad. Same for the stylesheet.
Flush with the success, I felt lucky and upgraded MT to 2.63. Yeah! I didn’t break anything.
Earlier, I was goofing off when I should have been working, and I took this Star Trek personality test, at the suggestion of a WWDN reader. You can get my results by clicking “More . . . ”
3^3
03.03.03
I think it’s the second coolest date this year . . . the first being 01.02.03.
I think it’s so cool, I’m making a really stupid and pointless weblog entry, just so I can keep this date in my archives.
Many people who read this site using RSS feeds have complained at me that there are H3 tags around all my titles. Rather than respond to each e-mail directly, I’ll just put this here: I know, and it sucks. The thing is, I can’t seem to get the cascade order correct in my stylesheet (yeah, it’s on the list of things that DESPERATELY needs to be updated, along with most of the source for the site — but I’ve been, uh, working on other stuff 😉
If I could tell MT to make the .title class “large,” (and it actually *worked*) I wouldn’t need to use the H3 tags . . . but I swear, I just can’t figure it out. If anyone wants to offer some help, I’d be happy to take it, and you’ll be a hero to tens of RSS readers.
Good news and bad news on JAG.
Good news: the cover is designed, and looks amazing. I’ve been given some really kind and flattering quotes to put on it, and I think I have a really funny and insightful preface.
Bad news: It’s looking like the release is going to be pushed by a couple of weeks at best, maybe a month at worst. I am profoundly saddened by this fact, but I want it to be as good as it can possibly be.
“Dancing Barefoot” is still on schedule, though.
How about a thought for today?
“If sand were made of diamonds . . . they’d still call it sand.”
UPDATE: I spent some time looking through my awful stylesheet. I know it’s supposed to be all charming and everything, and empowering to feel like I’ve come a long way . . . but holy crap! I felt like I was watching myself in “The Buddy System” or “Liar’s Club,” or some performance of mine that makes me cringe. All I had to do was download the damn thing and look at it in vim (yeah! geek points! vim, baby!) to see what I’d done wrong. First, there was no .title class. MT provides it, but I’d managed to bork it out of the style-sheet at some point in time. So I added the .title class, and set the font-weight to bolder, and the font-size to 27px. (It’s the only value that’s set to px, btw.) Thanks to Danielle, who sent the font-size number, and to O’Reilly’s Cascading Syle Sheets: The Definitve Guide, which just paid for itself. 🙂
Update-Update spoke too soon. I broke the effing thing again. I think I must be setting up the cascade incorrectly.
UPDATE-UPDATE-UPDATE: It looks like everything is working, now. Hooray.
Hall and Oates had more number one hits than any other band in the 80s.
I stayed up way too late last night, and got up way too early this morning.
After getting the kids to school, I decided to go back to bed, and just sleep until I wasn’t tired any more.
That was two hours ago. I haven’t closed my eyes once, because I’ve been watching Free Enterprise.
Man, I know these guys. I am these guys. Every single one of them.
And William Shatner is my Hero.
fhqwhgads
I need to get my groove on.
I need to do some secret eating.
I need a theme song.
Click Friend and Enter!
Get ready to have a non-productive rest of the week:
Nethack 3.4.1 is out!
They would have to release this when I’m on a deadline, wouldn’t they?
If you missed it, yesterday’s Strong Bad Email is good for spreading some mirth.
Looks like John Ashcroft has run out of naked statues to cover up.
I had a dream last night: the world was set on fire, and everywhere I ran, there was a deadly war.
Oh, wait. That’s not what happened.
I dreamed that I was standing at the base of a really tall Mayan pyramid, hoping to get to the top. I was surrounded by people who looked like they were on The Simpsons, but if I looked at them directly, they vanished.
When I tried to climb the pyramid, the steps would scroll down, like an escalator, and Professor Frink would pass me coming down over and over again. I never made it past the first step, no matter how hard I climbed.
Stupid symbolic dreams, with the pyramids and the escalators and the FLAVEN.
I order ISBNs today. Holy shit.