At long last, you may now waste CPU cycles and precious, irrecoverable moments of your life at the new website.
It’s not “done done” yet, but it had reached a point of being complete enough to launch. I was also not feeling creative enough to crank out loads of copy and new content lately, so instead I played around with some automated tools and techniques (get and process our LiveJournal feeds, keep a separate development tree locally, automatically sync files to the hosting provider, etc.). Once that progressed far enough, it felt rather silly to have all this stuff in my development tree and all these neat toys to push it live, and yet have no live site.
The site will definitely look better with a browser with good support for Cascading Style Sheets. If your browser doesn’t like CSS, then it’s time for an upgrade or replacement. (Sorry to be so blunt, but it’s time to say goodbye to ugly, table-based markup and move the web forward. All the kids are doing it!)
So, there you have it. Be kind… or don’t.
Of course, I do prefer kindness.
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Thanks, Mike. I really didn’t need to get any work done today.
Omigawd Pixel is soooo cute as a kitten! What happened to the other one? They’re precious!
Okay, this is hard to write, but I guess talking is supposed to help… You might want to get some Kleenex or something if you haven’t got any handy.
Nala was only with us for a couple of weeks. They both had little colds when we got them, and had just finished up their meds. We took them to the vet to get checked out, see if they needed a second round of meds, etc. The vet assistant lady was having us weigh the kittens in the hall — very weird. I opened up the carrier to take out one at a time, handed Nala to the vet lady, and she put the kitten onto the scale. Nala then flipped out and bolted for the door. Unfortunately, between Nala and freedom was a greyhound whose owner was finishing up the paperwork for its visit. The greyhound got Nala by the neck, and before any of us know what is going on, there’s my baby kitten having seizures on the floor. They scooped her up and took her away to work on her, and ushered us to an exam room and closed the door so that we could freak out without disturbing any other patients. After about fifteen minutes, a vet came in to tell us that Nala had died, and to ask if we wanted the body cremated or not. Then he laid into us about letting the cat out of the carrier, and I bitched him up and down with a rage unlike any I have ever known, while Liz sobbed uncontrollably. We almost ended up suing them, but they were willing to reimburse us the cost of the kitten (Siamese are expensive little things) and for her meds and checkups up to that point.
Being the one to have opened the carrier, selected a kitten, and relinquished control to the vet assistant girl, I have been wracked with guilt about her death for almost three years now. I am mostly over it, but every so often it comes rushing back to me at strange random moments, and it’s like being hit in the chest with a two-by-four. It’s amazing how just a small handful of seconds, a tiny little window of not making the right decision, can so quickly and so indelibly leave deep and painful scars. We went from having two perfect, adorable, fuzzy sisters to a complete nightmare in under twenty seconds.
Needless to say, we go to a different vet clinic now for Pixel.