Saturday, Aug. 14, 2004 - 6:30 a.m.
Cost of the War in Iraq
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Grunchy Wenchola Obsesses over Html
Well, so much for not being obsessive compulsive tonight.
Did you know that netscape puts a black border around every single jpeg and gif if you don't write border="0"?? Live and learn.
I just spent like two hours adding that to a gazillion pages.
and thought I was done uploading everything.
and then realized that although I had changed the button on the page for each novel to read "go back to novel index", I had forgotten to change the url, so each one of those buttons (ie about 30 html pages) each sends you back to the picture books, not the novels. AAAGH
So it will be another hour to change all of those.
And I have fucked up my bedtime again.
shit and kaboodles.
Do you know how tempting it was to not write any entries in here for a week, the week of musicfest, so that ob would think I had gone there, and wonder the whole time? mmm. I have thoughts like these sometimes, but I don't act on them.
She once accused me of being really immature for having thoughts of vengeance.
I suggest that it is not having thoughts which is immature, but in fact acting upon them in a willynilly fashion with no regards for how stupid it is to do things, or the consequences.
That is rather problematic and rather childish. hmmm. Wonder where some people get their nicknames from.
Oops, being hungry and tired and vaguely wishing I was in a tent in the woods rather than listening to traffic reports with stress pain in my mouse hand, makes me rather snarky. Bring on the snark, bring on the snark.
I find it curious that almost all my readers acted as if what i had written the other day was a personal guilt-inducing plaintive that you hadn't left comments.
I think that what I wrote was that I shouldn't write such depressing entries since then no one wants to comment. That was a criticism of myself not you. Funny how people read things. But I am quite happy if y'all feel the compunction to comment now. :D
Off to bed. I wish I had enough cheese to make a grilled cheese. But I don't.
For supper today I had a salad with lettuce, beet greens and stems, red pepper, tomato, cucumber, green pepper, and lots of fresh pineapple. The pineapple totally made the sandwich. yup.
zzzz I am hungry and grumpy. zzzz
and to prove what I said about the horoscopes, I'm gonna list several in a row. The ditzoids.
zzz me htmlwenchie
Here is my horoscope for Friday, August 13:Well there were a few more but I deleted them for being implausibly romantic, and I just finally cleaned out my trash folder. So that's all I got for ya. tah.
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Goodbye Michael. May your next life be kinder to you. - Thursday, Jun. 25, 2009
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