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] 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.

Meme, eh?

Date: 2005-09-12 05:24 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] laurenmitchell.livejournal.com
'If you don't stop being so damn iconoclastic, I will leave.'

Fandom: optional, but I don't know Firefly; Old Kingdom is fine.

Re: Meme, eh?

Date: 2005-09-12 07:17 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] active-apathy.livejournal.com
"If you don't stop being so damn iconoclastic, I will leave."

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.

Re: Meme, eh?

Date: 2005-09-12 07:18 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] active-apathy.livejournal.com
Second last paragraph, last sentence: plunge, even. Silly typos.

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