Author: Elaine

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of course, that doesn’t mean

of course, that doesn’t mean that it works for shit in Netscape 4+…so go get a damn browser that works, already.

and, y’know, this has been a fascinating experience. I suppose I should go take a spin with Bobby, to see what they have to say. (I already know that my beautiful top navigation bar is verboten, but what the hey. I’ve got as many alt tags as I can manage, and if that ain’t good enough, well then screw it.)

the really interesting thing will be trying to get this level of compliance for the college web site(s). maybe that’s what I’ll set Brit to next – standards compliance. hmmmm.

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yay! I’m so happy! my

yay! I’m so happy! my home page, at least, is CSS & HTML 4.01 (transitional) compliant. that was sort of a pain in the ass to work thru, but I think it was worth it. 🙂

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I could almost stay up

I could almost stay up all night – though I know if I try it, I will collapse pathetically at about 2 am.

but I’m having fun now making my site super standards compliant. not quite there yet, but what the hey.

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tried to eat outside, but

tried to eat outside, but am terrified of the GIANT ANTS. <sigh> soon I’m going to have to poison the horrible little things.

“but elaine, ants are [a vital part of our ecosystem] [harmless little creatures] [harder workers than grasshoppers]!”

yeah, well, I hear you, but….

<long-winded story from youth>

when I was in high school (1988-1992, if you’re wondering), there was an anthill under my balcony. yes, I had a balcony attached to my room; for some weird reason, I had the coolest bedroom in the house, IMHO. and one of those summers, the drought was so bad (how bad was it?) that the ants couldn’t find water out in the great wide world, so they came through my room to get to the bathroom, where they could catch drips from the faucets (clever little bastards!). being a messy teenager, I often had plates of food, cans of soda, and the like laying about, which would immediately be swarmed by vast armies of ants (I think the hill actually went all the way to the center of the earth). and one horrible night I actually woke up with ants crawling on my body….

</long-winded story from youth>

so…ants are neat and all, but I say death to them all.

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oh, yum. grilled chicken, soaked

oh, yum. grilled chicken, soaked in lemon, olive oil, pepper, salt & oregano. I think I’ve died & gone to heaven…plus I feel really butch, for avoiding a firey death.

what a weird combo of mental states tonight – a little bit socially conscious & introspective, a little greedily sensual, a little bit just very very mellow. (sort of fits with the irony of the little sexy tank top…from Harvard.)