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So! The news of me.
Let's start with yesterday. Such as when I got off the bus on Tuesday, only to see a glove.
A glove on the road.
A single glove, battered and beaten, left lying in the middle of the road as though trying to claw its way to the other side.
A single, green-and-blue tartan gardening glove, lying battered, beaten and disempersoned in a dizzying and dangerous no-glove's-land between the kerb and its promise of safe, serene strips of grass before the anonymous and uncaring footpaths.
A glove, left by no mortal agency that could be divined in passing by a decaffeinated traveller on the pedestrian crossing of that particular stretch of street.
I considered, for one particularly odd moment, that it might've been dropped by a plane. This theory was discarded since the glove looked to be snake-free.
Also, there's a safety rail with a sign that has funny. It has a picture of a railing, and a picture of two stick figures, and the sage advice to not sit or lean on the railing. And one stick figure is plunging to tragic splattery doom, while the other looks on, arms outstretched.
I think the stick figure was pushed.
I'd have a picture of this sign, but I seem to only think of it when it's late and therefore dark. My options, therefore, are to remember it while there's light, or take a salamander.
Today lacks news, apart from my class being cancelled this morning since the materials needed for working at fixing and covering books were unavailable, woe. I slept in for great justice.
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Most of the icons attached to my posts and comments will cease to be the icons selected for them for, once this is posted, I'm going to be changing the keywords on most of them.
So, in a few minutes time, it'll be Marvins, Marvins everywhere. And not-confusing keywords for me.
Let's start with yesterday. Such as when I got off the bus on Tuesday, only to see a glove.
A glove on the road.
A single glove, battered and beaten, left lying in the middle of the road as though trying to claw its way to the other side.
A single, green-and-blue tartan gardening glove, lying battered, beaten and disempersoned in a dizzying and dangerous no-glove's-land between the kerb and its promise of safe, serene strips of grass before the anonymous and uncaring footpaths.
A glove, left by no mortal agency that could be divined in passing by a decaffeinated traveller on the pedestrian crossing of that particular stretch of street.
I considered, for one particularly odd moment, that it might've been dropped by a plane. This theory was discarded since the glove looked to be snake-free.
Also, there's a safety rail with a sign that has funny. It has a picture of a railing, and a picture of two stick figures, and the sage advice to not sit or lean on the railing. And one stick figure is plunging to tragic splattery doom, while the other looks on, arms outstretched.
I think the stick figure was pushed.
I'd have a picture of this sign, but I seem to only think of it when it's late and therefore dark. My options, therefore, are to remember it while there's light, or take a salamander.
Today lacks news, apart from my class being cancelled this morning since the materials needed for working at fixing and covering books were unavailable, woe. I slept in for great justice.
Most of the icons attached to my posts and comments will cease to be the icons selected for them for, once this is posted, I'm going to be changing the keywords on most of them.
So, in a few minutes time, it'll be Marvins, Marvins everywhere. And not-confusing keywords for me.
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Date: 2006-04-12 06:32 am (UTC)*giggles* But the snakes could have escaped the glove between the time of its fall and the time that you saw it. So it could still have come from a plane, you know.
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Date: 2006-04-12 06:39 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-04-12 06:44 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-04-12 06:32 am (UTC)We need to make a stand against stick figure murder. It's the silent crime.
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Date: 2006-04-12 06:37 am (UTC)Also, yes. Stick figure murder needs to be stopped.
And I just found out that icons can have multiple entries in the list from which icons are picked. Shiny.
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Date: 2006-04-12 03:52 pm (UTC)Right! That comment was supposed to look like:
My very best guess is that your layout is coded in such a way as to make an object with left and right margins equal to one-tenth the width of the containing block become an object of unusual size when viewed in $BROWSER.
Anyway, it should be fixed now.
Here's how it looked in my Firefox:
Also, your comment is supposed to still exist. I clicked the wrong button, for apparently I'm awake in ways that don't involve the ability to think.
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Date: 2006-04-12 05:52 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2006-04-13 05:11 am (UTC)I forget what the third thing was....
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Date: 2006-04-17 07:03 am (UTC)Please tell me this hasn't been metaquoted.
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Date: 2006-04-12 03:59 pm (UTC)YOU!
Date: 2006-04-12 11:38 am (UTC)Re: YOU!
Date: 2006-04-12 03:33 pm (UTC)Oddly enough, the percentage margins were meant to make it flist-immune.
I blame the layout designers.
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Date: 2006-04-12 03:54 pm (UTC)Still, it should be fixed now. I hope.
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