April 7, 2005

• How does it look now?

  If my front page was looking wonky to you earlier, and it’s okay now,
  tell me so I can congratulate myself on fixing it.  If this works,
  it was maggie_mcfrenzie who clued me to the problem.  I gotta
  watch that pre-wrap tag.  It has gotten me before, when I copied
  and pasted something. Homer clued me to that months ago.  Must remember to paste it into notepad to
  get rid of the formatting before I past into xTools.  That’s a
  little bit easier than editing the HTML here. 

  I’m really curious why my URL sometimes comes up with “beta” in
  there.  It might be unrelated to the wide-screen problem, but it’s
  a curiosity.

  BTW, for those of you who mentioned that my left module is wider than
  normal, I know.  I fixed it that way to keep it from being as long
  as it would be otherwise, what with my links to the memoirs and that
  humongous and ever-growing list of quotes.  You should see NO YOU
  SHOULDN’T see how long it is on my private front page with all my
  subs.  I’m a promiscuous subber. *blush*

  I took an unscheduled trip to town today.  There was a final
  notice in the mailbox today, some stuff waiting at the post office in
  Willow I needed to pick up before they sent it back (not your software
  Sarah, but Doug’s new game that had been there longer)  Since I
  was going that far, I went on into Wasilla to take Greyfox some of the
  beans I cooked last night.  Doug rode along so he could do most of
  the legwork.  Still, I wore myself out.

  Note to self:  stay out of meth labs… even if they’re not being used as labs any longer. 

  There’s a cabin at Felony Flats, right behind the new spot where
  Greyfox sets up his stand.  It’s vacant, and there were two
  broken-open bags of potting mix littering the ground in the gravel
  drive beside the porch.  After I scooped up the neato-keen topsoil
  stuff, bagged it and had Doug load it in our hatch, I got snoopy. 
  The door was open, and all the windows.  I stepped inside and
  noticed a light on in the next room.  Being the
  conservation-conscious numbskull I am, I crossed over to switch it
  off.  Greyfox stepped onto the porch behind me and said, “Don’t go
  in there.  That’s where the meth lab was.” 

  I sniffed deeply and said, “I don’t smell anything.”  Of course,
  most of the time I don’t smell anything.  That’s called
  anosmia.  When I got back outside, Doug said he could smell it
  from out there.

  By the time we were having our lunch, I was feeling funny — sorta
  shaky and half sick, weak muscles — the usual chemical sensitivity
  toxic reaction.

  I’m glad I’m home.  It was a quick turnaround trip, just in, do
  what needed to be done, briefly poison myself, and then back up the
  valley.  I never did get back under those covers this
  morning.  It’s about time, now, I think.

  OMG!  They’ve screwed up my image files.  They’re not in
  alphabetical order.  I couldn’t find my moniker in the drop menu
  and had to write the HTML.  That sucks so bad!  Xanga, why do
  you hate me?

  Little update, a few minutes later:
  Okay, Xanga doesn’t hate me.  That was actually an upgrade. 
  Now I can choose to have my pics listed alphabetically or
  chronologically.  Whew!  They’re back in alphabetical order
  now, but with one click I can make them chronological again to help me
  find things that are close to other things.  Cool!
  

  • 11:08 pm
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