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so have i mentioned that the lyricbase's list page & lyric display page (which is like, 99.9% of the site) are now XHTML compliant? no?

i blame dreamweaver mx 2004, for starting me down the slippery slope of validation. sure, sure, the static XHTML validates, but then you upload the page & pop a little dynamic content in it & head over to the wc3 & get smacked in the face with ... with ... hundreds of errors. hundreds.

so i hacked away at the picky picky picky little details, invisible to the nekkid eye, but i obsessed nonetheless. it was time to make it right. sure, the site worked as it was, but it always felt a little like driving a shiny red miata with an old pinto engine duct taped sideways in the trunk, hoping no one got close enough to smell the burnt oil. now, it feels ... like a newish kia, with a genuine kia engine, still under warranty.

or something.

i live about a half mile from the fireworks, so i had to walk all the way from my apartment, past the apartment next door, up to the main street, then halfway down the block to get these pictures:

first the router stopped routing. the documentation for this internet-accessing appliance is kept ... on the internet, of course. the 404 page was a big help, thanks. for weeks i resisted the simple but regressive fix, just plugging the fucking cable modem into the fucking computer, because i know me with temporary fixes, and i didn't want to regress. i only relented because i was in charge of downloading wedding music.

so then there was the wedding.




it was easy to spot the ventura table:

later, there was a flower-throwing incident. fortunately no one was seriously injured in the resulting fracas:

in other news, i'm guessing that unmoderated comments are limited to the pay version of MT three poing fucking oh. i swear i have every box checked that says, just let people comment ferfucksake, but no. pain in the ass. gonna write my own blogware, i am. but first i better start blogging again, otherwise, what's the point?

i shall now resume sitting here poking gingerly at the 460 emails that piled up while i was otherwise occupied &/or avoiding the internet. apologies to those waiting for me to get off my ass, i'm working on it.

we rode the four five oh to ellay. well, van nuys. same thing.

my soon-to-be-son-in-law is cooler. uh-huh. & randomly:

i have *so* many pictures. luckily there is a gallery thingy with a cool uploading interface that makes multiple thumbnails & has its own stats package & comment system.

i just had to sit & think hard to type out the code for a hyperlink.

we don't even do war anymore, do we? war must be declared, so we have conflicts and storms and operations and peacekeeping missions and shit like that, right? much more efficient -- less red tape, more killing. and it's only human nature, killing. and i am not saying that because of the pms. even though it is a particularly virulent episode. it? i meant she.

the antichristine finds that people are less likely to piss her off when she explains her theories on the tendencies of humans to be naturally homicidal. then she smiles and mentions she likes sharp things and fire. and beer.

and cadbury's creme eggs.

per request, an overview (just not a very good one) and one other from the memorial at the park:

one is the number of mojo jojo's there shall be in this world, and the number of mojo jojo's shall be one. three is right out.

when ppg villains quote the book of armaments, all's right with the world.

i don't have a lomo. but i have some sets of photoshop actions and a thing called a melancholytron which is a trial and will expire so i'm tryin' to convince myself i dig the sets of photoshop actions better. it's not working.

in order, l-r: original, photoshop actions v2

l to r: the original, and, the lomoized version:

l to r: original and the lomoized version:

i am a little confused as to which filter on some of 'em. but then i am on aol. so you know. my mind. um.

my daughter's roommates have gone quite insane:

but that's okay, so has her mother:

the ability to stick stickers on our guitars is what separates us from the animals:

whatever you are here wondering what i'm not doing, i will be right back at it as soon as i finish transporting my offspring around town. it's been a day.

the bottle of merlot was open. i was afraid it would go bad.

chris discovered they had five hundred channels & a very fancy remote. i had the laptop & the wine & these headphones & my beloved C2000Z.

The dust had just settled
She's wonderin', what happens now?
I don't know where I am
I've never seen this place before
Am I dreamin'?
Or is this the real world?