Deathweaver

Dreamweaver is about to become a nice, recycled little program if it doesn't shape up soon, because I am extremely close to deleting it out of extreme frustration.

I've been designing a site for the past three hours or so. It looks totally awesome; I have the coolest background ever. So I set everything up in Dreamweaver, right? I make a layout table and set my loverly romance language background as the table background. I insert an editable region where I want the text to go (it's the inside box in the image I linked to above), and put in some ipsum somethingorother so I can see what text looks like in it. It's perfect, absolutely perfect.

But no.

Dreamweaver must be extremely confused, because what I have showing in Dreamweaver is completely different from what shows on my browsers. In fact, the only thing that shows in IE or in Safari is the ipsum somethingorother text, and it's not even in it's css style.

Why won't you show my background, Deathweaver? I love it so much, and I know that you love it too. You just need to stop being so possessive about it and let the browsers display it for awhile, mmkay?

Disturbing Dreams

I had a dream last night that the sixth Harry Potter book was coming out. Now, for the past two books, I've waited in line at Border's long before eleven, let alone midnight, but in my dream I didn't go buy the book until the morning.

I was completely uninterested in it. I read a chapter or two and then put it down to make a doll or something on my computer. I think I might even have read a bit of fanfiction before I went back to the real deal. It took me a couple days to read the whole thing, which was a bit larger than PoA.

How sad is that? I read OotP in eleven hours with no breaks. I read that thing as I sipped caffeinated Pepsi to relieve my slight headache and while I munched on the food my mom made for me so I wouldn't burn myself while making my own. I cried when our favorite convict fell through the veil and didn't come out the other side. I yelled at Dumbledore, Harry, Fudge, Umbridge, Malfoy, Chang, and Ginevra. I rooted for Hermione and her book exploring the female mind. I laughed so hard at Gred, Forge, Peeves, and McGonagall that I fell off the couch where I was reading. I was completely devoted to that lovely piece of angsty, magical fiction.

It's scary to even imagine myself not obsessed with the sixth book. This dream is one I just need to forget.

She Laughs

I was looking around some portfolios on deviantart a bit ago, and came across a certain drawing. The artist said that she was upset with the hands, because it was impossible for anyone to get their fingers into that position. I looked at the picture, then at my hands, and got them into the drawn position in under three seconds.

She was right in that the fingers were in a strange position, but she obviously hasn't seen fingers like mine before. When I naturally extend my fingers (as in, I extend them without a lot of effort or any pain), my pointer and middle fingers both curve at the tip. Also, instead of being flat, they turn up a bit to follow the outwards curve of the tip. My middle fingers are the weirdest, because the main knuckle doesn't flatten out, it sticks up a bit, like a hump, where the knuckle at the end swoops down.

Apparently, my grandma's fingers curve everywhere, too, but my oddities are much more pronounced. I think I remember her hands, but the last time I saw her was when I was nine or ten and I hadn't realized my hands were strange yet so I wouldn't have thought hers were, either. I only know one other person than us with weird hands, but I can't for the life of me remember his name.

Man, I'm gonna have some killer arthritis when I start decomposing at around fifty.

(PS. Right, "ebascue." Brilliant of you, Lynn.)