It has come to my attention that certain parties are unable to keep up with my life solely through this blog – likely because I don’t really ever talk about my personal life.
Well, just for them I shall announce that I have a job… probably.
I applied to work at a new shop that’s opening in Derby selling Apple stuff (not an actual Apple Store mind). There was a phone interview, which lead to a real interview, and I seem to have impressed them at both because I was called today and asked to clarify what hours I could do. They also said that they’d like me to work as a technician (upgrades, repairs, authoritative shilling of products), as well as give in-store presentations on new technology, and that they’d call back when they knew when they wanted me to go for some training. They never explicitly said that I had a job though, so I am unsure.
So, I dicked about with javascript libraries instead of doing anything productive today.
First I tried lightbox one and two, but then I was enamoured by lightbox gone wild, and wanted that to tart up my staid navigation… thing.
They didn’t play nice together, however, so I kept searching until I found thickbox, able to handle fancy-schmancy fading-in of all sorts of content, be it images, divs or separate html files.
Seriously, click the “navigation” link up there. And now the post-image? Yeah, it’s one set of scripts doing that. Actually, the longest part of implementing it was making the navigation file.
So, Ecto sucks. At least for me (I wouldn’t want to write off the whole piece of software, it looks like it took a while).
Speaking of software, I actually bought some yesterday. I paid good money for a copy of Equinex’s iSale, and am mostly pleased. I would say that it’s a hog, but I’m running a machine that’s three years old, based on architecture that’s been past its prime for even longer, so it’s pretty unfair for me to ask brand new software to be optimised for my hardware.
That said, there are some really easy fixes that would help me right out, like a h-scroll bar on the main content pane. My screen’s only 1024 pixels wide, and whilst I can’t expect to be able to fit everything in like the big kids do, it would be nice to at least be able to scroll when I can’t. Oh, and the menu bar is stuck permanently on “large icons with text”, which I am pretty sure violates a UIG or two.
Nevertheless, I am pretty chuffed, and have just made a bunch of very professional-looking auctions. We shall see if they sell~
[edit] image there is mostly to test this new lightbox2 plugin I got. It’s crashing safari like a motherfucker though >.<
[edit] Rolled back to a more stable one, or something, yay~
So, when you were reading Qwantz for the first time, did you do that thing where you didn’t realise that every comic has alt-text until half-way through and then you’re all “fuck, but I can’t go back!”
Ever do that in a relationship?
When people tell you that you should put nuts in a brownie they are lying to you. They may also be lying to you about putting cannabis in there, but I do not know this for sure. I am sure on the nuts though, and not just because it would kill my girlfriend. On a related note, I had to stop her from eating crunchy nut cornflakes yesterday. Not because I wasn’t prepared to deal with anaphylaxis, you understand, but because I wanted them all for myself. They are so good.
Anyway, brownies.
They are lying to you, because you should actually be putting marshmallows in there. Seriously, I just did it and it makes a most delicious brownie-varient. You should go and do that now.
You know when you’re a kid and you change your bedroom around and it’s the most exciting thing in the world? This does not diminish as you progress, screaming in protest, towards adulthood. Not one bit. You want to show everyone how cool you are, the control you have exerted over your living space. It’s something primal, a very man-versus-nature kind of thing.
It might be something to do with the greater scale of the act, now that I am fully grown – the manly enacting of DIY at its most raw. There was a very large drill involved, as well as caulk, screws, a hammer, and a builder’s pencil. With these I have taken something that was fixed, something that was a solid and immovable part of my very landscape and altered it significantly.
In other news, I ordered a new hard-drive and it came today. It’s one of those that’s the same shape as a Mac Mini, and thus sits neatly beneath mine in the living-room.
Oh, and if furries could just please remove themselves from the internet for a couple of days, until Matt gets bored? I’m content to ignore them, but Matt seems to enjoy subjecting himself to all the varied horrors of this sub-culture, and then sharing it with me.
There are only so many baby foxes who shit themselves that I can take.
