dizzy-dame's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- A desperate plea for help. ***Edited*** Go here, and view it in both IE and Mozilla. It's fucked up. The problem is, I can't figure out how to fix it in the Mozilla view. I just don't know enough about it, or even designing the way I have for this layout. I've been learning as I go, for the last two days. And in case you're wondering, yes, this is a hint of things to come. A very rough hint. And don't bother bookmarking that page, because I won't be setting up shop there. Franci has been kind enough to give me a place to play while I work on setting up my own new home. I'm very anal retentive about my designs, so I think it goes without saying that this is driving me batshit. If you think you can figure it out, let me know, and I'll be happy to send you a copy of the stylesheet to look over. The sooner I get this resolved, the happier I'll be. Heh. 9:42 PM - December 16, 2004 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Sabbatical. So, the updating. Or rather, the serious lack thereof. I know, I know. And, I really want to do something about it, I just haven�t been able to force myself to find the time. It�s not that there isn�t a lot to say, because there is. There�s actually a plethora of things to say. I just don�t have the time/energy/gumption/insert-whatever-excuse-here to sit down and write it out. Actually, it�s mainly an energy thing. Which is linked to another thing. Which is all making me sound very cryptic. There�ll be more updating soon. I think part of it is I need a break. And, obviously, I�ve been taking that break, without officially announcing the break. It could be a day, could be a week, could be a month. I expect I�ll be back sooner rather than later, with regular updatey goodness. If I�m not, you can hunt me down and kick me in the ass. Please. 4:48 PM - December 12, 2004 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Conversation overheard. Max: "Ok, Aislinn. We're dancing now." In case you were wondering, Max is Franci's five year old. He and Aislinn were slow dancing together, next to me, as I changed a rather horrendous mess out of Franci's three year old's pull-up. Very romantic moment, indeed. 9:22 PM - December 03, 2004 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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