Spam. If you have an email address, you’re already a victim. Maybe you’re thinking to yourself, though, that you just don’t see enough spam in your daily email.
Yeah, right. Anyway, you need to see this. It’s cute and clever.
Author: Karel Kerezman
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Providing basic site functionality for, oh, ten minutes now
Sometimes I wonder why I bother pretending to know what I’m doing. Case in point: Did you know that the “Print” and “Send” links were totally and completely useless until about fifteen minutes ago? It took me five minutes to fix them both to my satisfaction.
To be accurate, it took me almost five minutes to fix the “Send” page. The “Print” page took almost no time at all. The “Send” page required me to make all of the code changes that I’ve done to the main “Journal” page in order for it to look at least remotely correct.
I suppose that website building involves a lot of trial and error. In my case, it seems to involve error and error. At least it’s working now, dammit.
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Things That Get You In Trouble, episode #13
Sometimes I just can’t resist taking advantage of an opportunity to do something completely silly and reprehensible. And thus…
And I quote:
While advertising as a form of support for independent Web sites has proven about as effective as sugar-frosted dental floss, the Web still manages to serve as a massively multiplayer open mic night for many the aspiring writer/artist/poet/revolutionary. The reason for this is simple: money and fame have historically been a less powerful motivator for creative types than the prospect of receiving oral sex — or at the very least, offers of oral sex — from total strangers.
That’s why we at the Brunching Shuttlecocks are introducing the Oral Sex Donation System. We believe that, by making it easy for donators of oral sex and recipients of oral sex to reach each other, we can guarantee the continuing creative vitality of the Web.
Laugh. It’s funny. I’m not serious. Wendi would kill me, repeatedly. With a dull blade.
The Brunching Shuttlecocks
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Another Media Review Section
Because I can, and more importantly because I have a DVD player now, I decided to add a DVD review section. I already own a bunch of titles to review, it’s just going to be a matter of watching, taking notes and typing up a review for each of them.
Hey, it’s not like I have anything useful to do with my free time, you know. Or gods forbid I should have a social life. Pshaw!
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Minor tweaks and major plans
As if anyone cared, but I’ve changed the daily random email address link so that the address itself isn’t shown. This should keep the column width reasonable for that side of the page and allow me more flexibility when the time comes to merge the design changes I’m working on into the main site.
The biggest problem I’m facing right now is that of layout. I have some elements that would best be served up in a wider place than is available in one of the two bordering columns, but I’m not sure where else to put them.
One idea might be display the first entry, then use the space right underneath for some “extras,” and follow with the remaining X number of entries. This places me right in the path of the other big problem I’m facing: I need to learn how to select and format items from the journal database without using the original Monaural Jerk functions.
I know how to get at the raw data. What’s lacking is my ability to choose specific items dynamically and to format them for display. The next round of experiments I conduct on the test page will probably be along these lines.
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Back in the saddle again, yet saddlesore already
You know, being sick is no fun. I’m aware that this statement doesn’t really qualify as a stunning newsflash, but sometimes the simple truths bear repeating.
I fell ill Wednesday afternoon, was almost useless Thursday, was totally zombied Friday, was barely mobile Saturday and once again ambulatory on Sunday.
Which isn’t the same as saying that I’m all better, mind you. I’m still hacking up a lung every once in a while, and I’d really rather be asleep in bed right now. But I have a job to do, and by golly I want to do it. Being sick is no fun, after all.