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Sorry I can’t come up with fantastic and witty titles of late – it’s just the way the days have been. Sometimes flat and limbo-istic, sometimes boppy and energised – but either way lots of snippets.
Feeling a slight sense of achievement this eve. due to having some success with CSS (of all things). Have been working on a new layout with the blosxom system. It uses a table as a default. Because I’m wanting to have three columns with this new look, I thought, well bugger it – I’m never going to get a cascading style sheet to give me three collumns, so I might as well go with the table. Biu I did give it a try in CSS – and it worked – so that’s swell.

After 24 hours of solid rain here, it came up all misty and humid this morning reminding me of this book the heart of darkness which I’ve mentioned that I’m reading at the moment. It’s reminding me a lot of the movie Apocalypse Now – which in part was based on that book. There is a movie version of the heart… but it was forgetable at best.

The magic mirror finally gave me the result this morning of the Lorca page finally getting past the surprise chef one. It’s essay season in the nothern hemisphere, and poor old aristos is doing his best – with the backpack n’ all … but the tv gets harder to concentrate on as we approach the insanity of the festive season.

name: tony
email:
url: www.tamesapien.com/weblog/
ip: 211.28.96.68
date: 2002-11-27-00-15
Yay! I had the same fight with CSS at first. After a while it’s quite easy to master. Now I’ve gotten rid of tables on half my site.
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name: yak sox
email: yaksox@spouting.net
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date: 2002-11-27-11-39
Yes indeedy, I read of your christmas present – I’m envious.
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name: Monkey
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url: iamthemonkey.com/blog/
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date: 2002-11-27-17-19
There is NO REASON for Aristos. Really. Someone needs to make that fat, stupid peice of … chef … die. No, really. I hate him, I hate him, I hate him.

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