February 15, 2002 :: 2:23 a.m.
more html crap; more homicidal urges
All right. Seriously. Someone's going to die. Who's fucking with me? Out with it. I want to know. My patience died hours ago. I've been running on pride.
I can make a table work. So someone better tell me what the fuck is going on or I'm just going to take you all out with a machine gun.
Okay. So I paste the new html into the box. Fine. Good. This is how things go. I check to see if it looks like it should, and what do I see? A white page with a gray scrollbar. The scrollbar doesn't move, of course, because there's nothing on the page. I look at the source code. It looks as it should. And yet there's nothing on the page.
Somehow I can't wrap my mind around this one. Reality seems to have taken a backseat to some hellish nightmare world concocted by Willy Wonka on one of his more unpleasant acid trips. In this world, things only work for other people. I put up Adam's new layout tonight. It works. There's nothing heinously wrong with it. It shows up. It's no simpler than what I'm trying to do, so for the love of all that is holy, what the fuck???
As you may well have noticed, I am not happy. No, I am not. I was happy. I would go so far as to say that I was joyous. But now... oh, now I'm just plain angry. I've killed for less than this, you know. Someone's going down.
Edited at 2:53 a.m. *screams* *dies* *realizes mistake; comes back to life and smashes computer to bits with a sledgehammer* *dies*
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