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Except it's mostly just more of me going on about my layout. And, in honour of today's IE issues, of my new icon.
Today's changes include the earlier issues with the taglist (it's now a hierarchical menu in Firefox), a narrower sidebar, a collapsed calendar brought into line with the colour scheme in the rest of the layout, and me remembering to mention the randomised icon in the sidebar to those of you who haven't seen it yet.
Also, there's a link in the link list for my icon post, which has now been updated to just before I made this icon. (Is nothing up to date in this journal?) No link here, I'm afraid, since there's a perfectly good one in the sidebar. Or you can find it via the taglist, I suppose.
I'll still love forever anyone who can tell me how to code in quickreply on the comments pages, too.
Another semi-plan is to add a randomised quotebox in the sidebar; the thing slowing it down is I have no idea what I'd put in there.
And, to finish off, a meme stolen from![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
princesslaurene (See? I can code LJtags!) and tweaked for no particular reason except that it seems like fun to do it this way and I'm amusingly not much for playing with other people's characters (though their worlds may well be fair game).
And what is this meme? I want you to give me a concept, phrase, word, sentence, quote, or object. A fandom is optional for the request, and optional for me to scribble about1.
Beyond that, the concept, phrase, word, sentence, quote or object must be somewhere included in what I write for you. For your part, you have no say in what you'll get back; needless to say, I'll probably try to squeeze something out of it that you mightn't have been expecting2.
And why am I doing this, you ask? For fun. To entertain my flist.For attention. Because most of you haven't seen much at all of how I write Stuff. Because I want a little bit of a break from prodding S2 code with a sharp mouse pointer. And I suppose that if you like it then you could always tell your friends to try, and get them to tell their friends, and watch my comments page explode.3
And now I'm off to bed. I'll see what you've come up with in the morning.
1This will probably depend most upon my familiarity with the fandom. Firefly, Old Kingdom and Keys to the Kingdom are almost definitely going to meet with a favourable response.
2No, I won't find a way to turn petunias into the Spanish Inquisition, no matter how little you would've been expecting it.
3Maybe one of them knows about coding in quickreply. That'd be shiny.4
4No, I don't miss an opportunity. Yes, my normal speech is slowly shifting closer to what you hear in Firefly. Yes, the second part of the Project is on its way. No, I made up the questions all by myself. No, I don't think the answers are that necessary. Yes, I thought it was fun to include them anyway.
Today's changes include the earlier issues with the taglist (it's now a hierarchical menu in Firefox), a narrower sidebar, a collapsed calendar brought into line with the colour scheme in the rest of the layout, and me remembering to mention the randomised icon in the sidebar to those of you who haven't seen it yet.
Also, there's a link in the link list for my icon post, which has now been updated to just before I made this icon. (Is nothing up to date in this journal?) No link here, I'm afraid, since there's a perfectly good one in the sidebar. Or you can find it via the taglist, I suppose.
I'll still love forever anyone who can tell me how to code in quickreply on the comments pages, too.
Another semi-plan is to add a randomised quotebox in the sidebar; the thing slowing it down is I have no idea what I'd put in there.
And, to finish off, a meme stolen from
princesslaurene (See? I can code LJtags!) and tweaked for no particular reason except that it seems like fun to do it this way and I'm amusingly not much for playing with other people's characters (though their worlds may well be fair game).And what is this meme? I want you to give me a concept, phrase, word, sentence, quote, or object. A fandom is optional for the request, and optional for me to scribble about1.
Beyond that, the concept, phrase, word, sentence, quote or object must be somewhere included in what I write for you. For your part, you have no say in what you'll get back; needless to say, I'll probably try to squeeze something out of it that you mightn't have been expecting2.
And why am I doing this, you ask? For fun. To entertain my flist.
And now I'm off to bed. I'll see what you've come up with in the morning.
1This will probably depend most upon my familiarity with the fandom. Firefly, Old Kingdom and Keys to the Kingdom are almost definitely going to meet with a favourable response.
2No, I won't find a way to turn petunias into the Spanish Inquisition, no matter how little you would've been expecting it.
3Maybe one of them knows about coding in quickreply. That'd be shiny.4
4No, I don't miss an opportunity. Yes, my normal speech is slowly shifting closer to what you hear in Firefly. Yes, the second part of the Project is on its way. No, I made up the questions all by myself. No, I don't think the answers are that necessary. Yes, I thought it was fun to include them anyway.
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Date: 2005-09-12 09:06 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-09-12 06:32 pm (UTC)He'd had a proper name once, but all they called him now was the dog seller. His sense of smell had gone long ago, probably the only thing that made his job bearable; a job stuffing minced canine offal into tubes of a thin protein plastic the Alliance shipped in. They'd bumped the price up twice already since U-day, eating into already slim margins.
It was a business, and it was his own. More importantly, it made sure he could pay the rent - however dreamily he watched the ships coming in and out of the docks, hoping to be away from all the scum and filth of a town that exists for convenience and anonymity.
He turns his eyes skyward to watch a ship coming in, easily the nicest in the town that day. Longing filled his heart again, though he knew that he'd never be free of this backwater town; that he'd never stop selling his 'good' dogs.
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Date: 2005-09-12 08:48 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-09-12 11:34 pm (UTC)As far as I know, it's gankable... I'm pretty sure I got permission when I started using it.
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Date: 2005-09-13 04:38 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-09-13 09:16 am (UTC)Go run your little LJ.
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Date: 2005-09-13 11:15 am (UTC)Thanks! Should I credit someone?
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Date: 2005-09-12 11:36 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-09-13 11:18 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-09-12 01:30 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2005-09-12 07:24 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-09-12 02:21 pm (UTC)I'm special cuz I know you'll love me forever anyways! Death to code! ::stabs::
for my quote:
A vague disclaimer is no-ones friend.
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Date: 2005-09-12 06:44 pm (UTC)"And now, she is missing. I think you know what this means." The second man stepped forward, holding an odd silvery device in a blue-gloved hand. Their victim - one of a few lawyers on the staff - stared, confused and terrified.
Confused and terrified, he died.
The two gloved men looked at each other. "A vague disclaimer is no-one's friend," said one as they left.
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Date: 2005-09-13 05:23 am (UTC)Great job.
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Date: 2005-09-12 07:25 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2005-09-12 05:12 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-09-12 06:58 pm (UTC)Almost as if by pure coincidence, punctuation mysteriously vanished from each of these places - greengrocers' apostrophes, Oxford commas, the ends of em-dashes used in place of hyphens, but always one mark in particular.
She continued through, into a different area of the mall. Queues patiently and impatiently waited to buy food, not one of them troubled by her wandering between signs.
Almost out of nowhere, a hand fell upon the shoulder of the girl on the security screen; the same one now sitting in an uncomfortable plastic chair. "All I really want to know is why," the guard asked.
She smiled at him, and answered in a bright, cheerful voice.
"Because, really, there's nothing worse than random quotation marks."
Meme, eh?
Date: 2005-09-12 05:24 pm (UTC)Fandom: optional, but I don't know Firefly; Old Kingdom is fine.
Re: Meme, eh?
Date: 2005-09-12 07:17 pm (UTC)She said that so often, and every other time it was an empty threat; her way of dealing with his rants about how King Touchstone was too damned lazy and impotent to have sorted out this bit of the Kingdom yet. Chasel, High Bridge, Belisaere - all of those had been sorted out already, but south of that fork in the Ratterlin the Dead still plagued townsfolk trying to survive.
The mill had the good fortune to have been built on a small island, giving it a fair amount of protection against the Dead, another reason why the miller had always thought the threats empty. She'd always come back by nightfall when there were things to be done in Qyrre.
The next night, she did come back. As the last of the sunlight vanished from the sky, the Dead once again massed on the bank of the river. This time, in the light of his lantern, he saw a familiar face at the front - his beloved wife, now a shambling corpse.
He drew the weakly-spelled dagger from his belt, and touched it to the mark on his forehead. His mark, and those on the blade, flared at the touch. The Dead turned away, shielding sightless eyes against the light. He smiled. Even now, he didn't want his wife to see him lunge the dagger into his wrist and pull it sharply through the flesh.
As the last of his blood fled through the severed arteries, the three marks on the dagger flared once again; the marks of fire, cleansing and peace.
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Date: 2005-09-14 03:58 pm (UTC)*hearts*
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Date: 2005-09-14 05:12 pm (UTC)Re: Meme, eh?
Date: 2005-09-12 07:18 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-09-13 03:33 am (UTC)Obvious fandom is the Old Kingdom, but write whatever strikes you.
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Date: 2005-09-13 03:55 am (UTC)A bell rang somewhere behind him; he tensed, absolutely motionless. It didn't sound like one of the seven, but...
Answering peals rang out behind him, up and down the aqueduct that protected Belisaere from the worst of the Dead. The same aqueduct he was on the wrong side of.
He relaxed, waiting for the patchy clouds to move so that the moonlight would illuminate his book. Tonight was the night he planned to cast the first of his very own bells, and that meant his third ever trip into Death - even if it was just to the First Precinct.
The cloud before the moon thickened, stealing the last of the light. He almost fancied he could smell the miasma of free magic intensify around him, but dismissed it as wishful thinking.
He dismissed it still, as hot, venomous claws ripped into his unprotected flesh. A large, powerful hand lifted him, the claws turning him to face... something.
The clouds parted, it struck again; he died, proud to have recognised the Mordicant from the book that lay useless below.
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Date: 2005-09-13 03:48 am (UTC)Fandom: Firefly for preference
(assuming I'm allowed to request, since I'm just a stalker)
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Date: 2005-09-13 04:25 am (UTC)The concept's a little tricky, though. I have an idea, and a plan, but it might take a little bit to write it in a way I actually like.
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Date: 2005-09-24 02:36 am (UTC)About two years had passed since the War had virtually ended in a little valley on Hera. It'd been slightly less than two years since Unification, the grand celebration of the Core Worlds stripping all kinds of rights and freedoms from the Border Planets.
The shepherd looked over the gathering, slightly bigger than he was used to seeing in the tiny chapel. The gathered crowd was, for the most part, the friends and family of the couple standing before him.
"If there is anyone who knows any reason why these two should not be wed, speak now or forever hold your peace," intoned the shepherd, following his way through one of the few customs to survive intact from Earth-that-was.
A man near the back stood; a scruffy-looking settler type. "I object! I object to all of it. These cowardly Browncoat scum gettin' 'emselves marriaged, just to try to take 'vantage the Alliance, and I ain't 'bout to stand for-"
His tirade was cut short with the battered handle of a six-shooter. "I think he'll be hildon' his peace, preacher. Carry on."
The shepherd gave a bemused smile, raised an eyebrow, then turned back to the couple. "If anyone else knows any reason..."
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Date: 2005-09-24 06:55 am (UTC)