Ree’s musings

I occasionally drop by a forum dedicated to helping users troubleshoot basic HTML errors related to a web service. It's mostly a matter of knowing things like Diaryland's %%page_name%% variable and that remote scripts have to be loaded in the page head. Some of the people there... well, they're new to this HTML business.

Today I was idly flipping through, seeing if there were any really challenging problems open (there usually aren't), and I bumped smack into this:

This is my first time, so I don't know what to do.

And that's why there's Cherry Coke on my screen and up my nose today. Tomorrow's reason may be different.

Horror movie "why"s: three inch heels.

Sweet zombie Jesus, I love this woman's stuff. First her art style + demons. Now her art style + zombies? HEE. The world smiles on me. Uh, I mean us! Us. Of course.

Don't Panic! *shakes with rabid anticipation*

*snickersniggerwheezinggiggle*

I want to be very clear: I do not grok this joke at all. It does not in any way dovetail with a certain dated franchise I followed with religious zeal when I was young and silly.

Also, I did not either have a crush on Raphael. Stop saying that.

I was just toddling around around and bumped smack into a personal favourite Bible passage of mine. Yes, I have fave gospel. Shush. This is good stuff:

To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven:
A time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, and a time to pluck up that which is planted...

...and from there I'm sure many people could sing along. Sing the Bible! You know you want to!

Yeah, I'm thinking I OD'd on VeggieTales the other day. Oops. Even so.

...a time to mourn, and a time to dance;
A time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones together...

I couldn't let this pass by uncommented. They're putting Hayden Christiansen, the guy who played Anakin Skywalker (aka Darth Vader-to-be) in Star Wars Episode II, into the original trilogy for its DVD release. They're also altering the Han and Greedo sequence again so that both fire at the same time.

First, you nits. Han shoots FIRST. This was acceptable for 20 years. Stop fapping with the film already.

I just got a warm fuzzy feeling. I was sorting through my browser bookmarks, moving some to del.icio.us and others to my private Yahoo bookmarks. (This is because it's fun seeing who else is bookmarking the same sites on del.icio.us and to ensure I keep my bookmarks if my browser completely dies someday, like in a hard drive crash *knock on wood*.)

I encountered a blog comment about domain nameservers that I bookmarked as reference. At the time, I was pretty shaky on the entire concept of DNS and I wanted to be able to check back to this explanation in the future to help me "get it."

As I read the comment again, I realised it was fairly basic. It was response to someone asking if it was unusual to have DNS through a separate company than the hosting. I scoffed fairly quickly upon this re-read: "Duh, because some hosting nameservers suck, it's sometimes a good idea to host DNS elsewhere..."

So I know this stuff a lot better now, having decided I wanted to learn it. I'm pleased with this. Then I wondered how long ago I had bookmarked the comment. It seems like I must have done it a long time ago, though I knew it was an old blog post even when I first bookmarked it.

I bookmarked it less than a month ago. I went from clinging to this comment to help me out, to not needing it anymore, in under a month.

Sweet.

P.S. Been feeling untalkative lately. I still have two emails in my inbox asking me to play on boards that I should at least reply to with "I am interested and plan to pop in when I am able, which unfortunately is not now". I'm around, just not feeling like posting here. That'll change. Always does.

Rock on, 'Nique Floyd!

However, the average reading age of people in the UK is equivalent to an educated nine-year-old.

I'm not going to laugh. Given the American president, I suspect my own country's "reading age" is around six. Months. But yowza.

Don't I know better by now than to click a link labeled Bukkake Boxers? No, not really. (If you don't know, you probably don't *want* to know. I'm serious. Don't. But if you do -- buwahaha.)

At one point or another within the last two weeks, all of the following have temporarily failed me:

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  My online bookmarks
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  My webhost, main website
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  My webhost, starting page and mini-projects
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  My webhost, new project
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  Livejournal
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  My brain

My old image hosting is also problematic with no signs of repair. My images still work but I can no longer edit or delete them or upload new images. I was at least able to try different URLs and get a list of my images to ensure I had them all backed up.

Despite this, my interest in making the internet work continues to grow. I never learn. *g*

(Edited to fix formatting.)

Evany on South Dakota:

Plain rocks of South Dakota: way neater than Rushmore.

Evany rocks.

I hate Orwell. I hate Orwell more when 1984 is required reading.

That is all.

ETA: I've gone through my happy smiley webcomics and funny cutesy bookmarks. I'm still wigged. Therefore, today shall be a mental health day: no newsreading, no blogchecks, no attempting to absorb the textbooks. Just for today, I get to throw myself headlong into Harry Potter #5, which I have not read a word of yet, and HHGG, which I have but I know it's that damn good. There may also be root beer, Chex Mix, and tightly gripping plush animals. Cya tomorrow, folks.

Opted to forgo the Potter and "don't panic"-ness and catch up with fandom_wank instead. Also, got bored and played with Silkscreen, because I could, so new icon. Never let it be said that I am actually funneh.

Too good not to post.

The first is Canine/Feline. In romantic relationships, are you the pursuer, who runs happily to the door, tail wagging? Or are you the pursued?

Insert blinking here.

Frankly I am just posting this to make the mood icon show up, since it is cute AND suits my current mood. Mwah.

I am a happy Ree, learning the glory of CNAME and .htaccess redirects. Hehehehehe. I'll have to see if I really need to purchase myself some image hosting or if I can fit into a free setup. I rather think I can get by with a free option, as I generally dislike using remotely-hosted images.

Either way, I know how I can use whatever image host I like and have URLs like "http://images.me.com/pic.jpg". I'm cool like that.

Next up will be appropriately classing my journal HTML. That particular system uses a variable for the filename of the entry being shown. Nifty and spiff. But when you use that variable within the anchor tags, it becomes the complete URL of the entry for some reason, which happens to completely bork my HTML. Grr. I think I can swing classing the list items instead and then using CSS like li#entryid a { stuff: stuff;} to do what I want. And I do have a point for trying to class this stuff. It seems silly that I'm putting this much work into pulling it off, but it's an utterly sensible idea in the end.

Also, I changed my FTP settings. I used to have to FTP in using the name of my hosting company instead of my site itself. I fixed that. ftp://ftp.me.com, baby. This could get addictive, this making shite work business.

Ah, hell. I *am* addicted. *overdoses with gusto* Next tweak on the board, coming up!

There are entirely too many reasons to find this funny. There's "*fap*" (which I hope to God was an accident, because that sound effect -- *coughsputter* um...). There's the uncanny similarity to the DOS game Paganitzu, where our hero Alabama Smith (*chortle*) discovers the "Curse of Baldness? What silly nonsense," then turns to walk away and find that his hat no longer stays put without hair beneath it. Why, this comic even has free fish.

Really, does life get much better? (Except that I'm still spooked by the new update interface. *prods it experimentally*)