Want
Duct Tape Wallet. O

Uber
From now on I shall be known as The DOM-wielding style enforcer.

function Thing(id)
{
  return document.getElementById(id);
}

function getChildHeights(parent)
{
  var children = Thing(parent).childNodes;
  var intOutput = 0;
  for (var i=0;i < children.length;i++)
  {
    if (!isNaN(children[i].offsetHeight))
      intOutput += children[i].offsetHeight;
  }
  return intOutput;
}

function finalMakeOver()
{
  var columns = Thing('columns');
  var leftbar = Thing('leftbar');
  leftbar.style.height = (columns.offsetHeight) + 'px';
  
  var A = Thing('columns').childNodes[0];
  var B = Thing('columns').childNodes[1];
  var C = Thing('columns').childNodes[2];
  var biggest;

  var resOne = A - B;
  if (resOne > 0) biggest = A;
  else biggest = B;
  
  var resTwo = biggest - C;
  if (resTwo < 0) biggest = C;

  columns.style.height = biggest.offsetHeight + 'px';

  if (biggest.offsetHeight < getChildHeights('leftbar'))
  {
    columns.style.height = getChildHeights('leftbar') + 'px';
    leftbar.style.height = getChildHeights('leftbar') + 'px'
  }
}

It all has to do with the way IE and Firebird handle overflows for set-size elements. IE simply stretches the element, thereby pushing against its parent, unless there's an overflow property that says otherwise.

Firebird, however, keeps the parent element as it is, and simply overflows the content. This behaviour means that floats, such as the one used in a multi-column layout, will nicely slip below a footer, should they extend beyond their instructed area.

But, of course, this JavaScript hacking is ugly as hell (though very informative to myself), and I'll keep endeavouring to use as much CSS and leave as much up to the browser as possible. O

Confession
Some commercials can really make me weep. O

Give More Girls
While doing the dishes, I was watching an episode of The Gilmore Girls (the arrangement of this apartment matches up like that), and there were a thousand yellow flowers involved in a marriage proposal, and she was completely swept off her feet by it, and in an agonized, almost desperate tone I said to myself (to her): But you don't love him, you dink!.

That's when I somewhat scared myself.

Have I mentioned I've experienced identification with that guy whathisname (I'm bad at names) with the hat only the difference is that I'm not all that broad-shouldered and manly and rugged and fashion-oblivious as he is...? O

Edit Contour

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Overlord
It is true that I was never, and probably never will be, any match for him. He is just too fast and too accurate. It is said that he effortlessly beats Artificial Intelligence opponents with their intelligence level set to the maximum possible value. Still, during my very first match with him, I got 7 kills, whereas he got an odd 30. This was a very good score, considering I had not played for several years, had never played intensively, against a human being, or against AI at 10% of maximum intelligence.

Today, however, he was utterly unstoppable, and I was out of luck. Time after time he pierced me with the green, irregular pulse beam, blew me to shreds with a spray of missiles or galvanised my person with ridiculous quantities of flak, while I was barely able to strike a hit.

Before the match started, he betted he could beat me with 20 to 0. I said that he over-estimated my qualities, and offered him 40 - 0. By the end of it, it turned out we were both wrong. The final score was 40 frags for him and 1 frag for me.

On a final note, I would like to state, for the record, that in the normal game, the Flak Cannon has my preference, but in the Tournament, I enjoy the Pulse rifle most, for its ability to fire rapidly and quickly, with bursts that have reasonable impact relative to its firing speed. However, experienced players, such as the one I faced, will love the rocket launcher and its ability to load up multiple missiles at once, firing them as if wielding an ordinary shotgun. O

IEFBEx.
Through Acts Of Volition I discovered this post of A Whole Lotta Nothing. IE allowed some malware to edit the hosts file, and make google.com point to a search portal.

However, people with a MS VM build of 3810 or higher needn't worry about this small exploit. The build number can be checked by typing JVIEW at the command prompt.

It's funny how this is the first security issue I've seen in relation to Firebird/Mozilla, and it's not even FB's fault. O

Siding
Well, I suppose it's true then, that the further I shift from submissive/introverted towards dominant/extraverted (albeit not by much, since that would be quite plainly not me), the less material my mind produces that remains well-formed enough to be posted here.

But here's an update, in list form:

• Building the GLA site with 4 other people to replace the ugly thing they have now is totally working for me. We will beat the crap out of the other teams working on the same project.
• She wasn't there today. I was so disappointed.
• I unexpectedly wound up with a small group of schoolmates in the house of the parents of one of them, watching a certain anime series, after having a small talk and a pause and fries (how typical!) at a nearby snackbar.
• This anime series was centered around a special group of ninjas, each with special talents, kind of like X-Men.
• One of the ninjas is a blonde, short-haired kid dressed in a brightly orange...something...clothing, who defeated one tournament opponent by shooting up from the ground, uppercutting the luckless foe. He also contains an uber-powerful special nine-tail something talisman inside him, although he has some trouble digging deep enough within himself to harness and utilise its astounding power. A certain sensei-type-person had to throw him into a spike-lined abyss to make him produce enough adrenaline and I don't wanna die-mojo to tap into this hidden power. Like when in Dragonball Z, Piccolo threw Gohan at the mountain and Gohan blew up the mountain. Like that. Only much better.
• Another tournament thing (same anime series) was about this just-in-time arrival of a special strong ninja named Sasuke (pr. 'Saskeh'), who had to do battle with this genetically engineered, red-haired ninja who carried a body-sized, peanut-shaped bottle on his back, which contained magic sand, which he telekinetically used to fight with, and although he's pretty much unbeatable with his sand and all, he still wasn't a match for the New And Improved Sasuke, who, in the preview bits at the end of one episode showed he had gained great speed and agility, as well as a special lightning-controlling talent he had learned from unknown guru-type person.
• It's too popular for words, this anime thing, but at the same time it's so...captivating.
• The above mentioned schoolmates weren't at school today (damn slackers!). I was somewhat disappointed.
• I lightly burned some potatoes. They were very tasty, actually.

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Light

Tijdens de les streven wij naar het recht houden van de tijdlijnen, het onthouden van de vele namen die wij dienen te weten en het absorberen van de anaestheologische zaken, besproken door onze professoren, hun aantekeningen slechts vage krabbels met onvoelende ledematen.

I had forgotten about Enlumine. O

Two Sugars And One Milk
Sometimes I think about you, about us being friends, working in separate office buildings across the street from one another, on the same floor, both facing the street so that sometimes we wave at eachother, smiling, and each day at five we leave our jobs and meet up in a small coffeeshop at the corner nearby, where we have a drink and talk with eachother.

That would be nice.



I can hardly believe the original idea for this post is more than a year old. O

Hollandic
Translation? Just poke me.

Voor de verandering, vandaag een een ingangetje in m'n moers' taal, het fantastische Nederlands. Ik schrijf nu al zo lang (bijna drie jaar voor mijn log en zeker een jaar eerder in het algemeen ook al) in het Engels dat ik enigszins ben vergeten hoe het is om normale dingen, dus geen verslagen or rapporten of zakelijke emails, in onverengelst Hollands op te noteren. Even een opfrisser, dus. Uiteindelijk is het Nederlands een erg fijne taal.

Af en toe heb ik me wel eens afgevraagd of de Engelstalige mensen die ik ken niet collectief een wat andere persoonlijkheid hebben dan de Nederlanders in mijn geestesbestand, puur en alleen omdat het Engels een ander karakter heeft dan het Nederlands. Het zou kunnen dat de taalstijl van een bepaald gebruik van het Engels mij aantrekt, en dat die stijl onlosmakelijk verbonden is aan een iets ander slag mensen.

Aan de andere kant zou het ook gewoon aan cultuurverschillen kunnen liggen. Nederlanders zijn nou eenmaal speciaal. [ insert smiley here ] In elk geval vind ik dat het Nederlands wat technischer en droger klinkt en leest dan het Engels. Een doodnormale zin kan, mits goed ontworpen, in het Nederlands een veel grotere slagkracht hebben dan de (uitstekende) Engelse vertaling.

Ik denk daarbij aan de Bicat slogan Louter vuige zaken. Zo'n zinnetje is moeilijk te vertalen zonder Engelse woorden van drie of meer lettergrepen te gebruiken, wat ten koste gaat van de stevigheid van het zinnetje. Engels leent zich beter voor de sappige woordenstroom dan voor het plaatsen van een welgemikte zinsnede.

Afijn & en fin, om te testen of een verschil in taal inderdaad uitnodigt tot het mogen van een ander soort personen, heb ik af en toe een Engels mailtje naar normaal Nederlands vertaald, en andersom voor Nederlandstalige emails, maar waarschijnlijk kreeg ik tijdens het nauwkeurige vertaalwerkje last van ontwerpersblindheid, want ik kwam er niet uit. Ik denk dat ik voor de beste vergelijking mensen zou moeten ontmoeten, stellende dat basislichaamstaal niet onder invloed staat van cultuur of spreektaal. Biertje doen? O

Mmmmmmmm
Like a soft, creamy filling.

Stream it. (q. 128kbps, t. 9:43) O

{o}
My current mood is so very fragile, I have to move very slowly, make no sound and use small type so as not to overload myself and break. O

Photoshop Tip
If you click on some type with the type tool, and zoom in real close, while still retaining some space around the block of text to move your cursor, you'll notice the mover tool cursor, which, with the right Antialias setting and the right zoom level, gives you sub-pixel control over type placement.

This is helpful to create tighter-looking small type, since a character's vector outlines might be rounded off across two pixels, becoming a smidgen blurry. O

A View With A Look
I had some fun with the Advertising Slogan Generator.

Change Your Whole Bread.
Bread, Take Me Away.
Something Special In The Bread.
Splash Bread All Over.
The Best Part of Waking Up is Bread in Your Cup.
Leggo my Bread!
Every Bread Helps.
Chocolate Bread Since 1911.
Ribbed For Her Bread.

You've Got Questions. We've Got Play.
Better Ingredients, Better Play.
Don't Leave Home Without Play.

Lipsmackin' Thirstquenchin' Acetastin' Motivatin' Goodbuzzin' Cooltalkin' Highwalkin' Fastlivin' Evergivin' Coolfizzin' Sex.
Never Knowingly Sex.

Feel the Andrea.
I'm a Secret Andrea Drinker.
When You've Got Andrea, Flaunt It.
Schtop! This Andrea is not Ready Yet!
Tastes Great, Less Andrea.
I Scream, You Scream, We All Scream for Andrea.
You Deserve An Andrea Today.

The Dirt says Hot, The Label says Lane.
Reach for the Lane.
The Lane With The Hole.
Plop, Plop, Fizz, Fizz, Oh, What a Lane it is!
A Tough Lane to Follow.

The Better Way to Start the Rory.
It's Shake 'n' Rory, and I Helped.
Rory Saves Your Soul.
Break Me Off a Piece of That Rory.
He Who Thinks Rory Drinks Rory.
There's Only One Rory.

Go Crack a Ryan.
The Queen of Ryan.
Everything We Do is Driven by Ryan.
Mama's got the Magic of Ryan.
Because Ryan is Complicated Enough.
I Want My Ryan.

The Ultimate Mike Machine.
Mike, the Other White Meat.
Wow! I Could Have Had a Mike!
It's Slightly Rippled with a Flat Mike.
Nothin' Says Lovin' Like Mike from the Oven.

It's That Puck Feeling.
Do The Puck.
We Do Puck Right.
Does the Hard Puck for You.
If You Want To Get Ahead, Get A Puck.

Yo Quiero Nicolas.
With A Name Like Nicolas, It Has To Be Good.
The Non-Sticky Sticky Nicolas.
No Nicolas, No Comment.
Probably The Best Nicolas In The World.
Get The Nicolas Out.

Get Willem or Get Out.
It Could Be Willem.
Great Willem. Great Times.
Happiness is a Cigar Called Willem.
The Willem is Mightier than the Sword.
Top Breeders Recommend Willem.
The Willem For All Ages.
Every Kiss Begins With Willem.
There's More Than One Way To Eat A Willem.
Central Heating for Willem.
Wear Willem.
Welcome To Willem Country.
The Willem of your Life.
Turn Loose The Willem.
Willem Keeps Going and Going.
I Think, Therefore Willem.
The Willem That Refreshes.
It's Different in a Willem.
Things Go Better with Willem.
It's Not TV. It's Willem.
Good to the Last Willem. O

HPNY! O