5 December 2000
damn netscape -|-
9 days -|-
musings of señor prod. -|-
Netscape 6's CSS parser doesn't seem to want to listen to CLASS definitions if it's not for text.
Forms? No way, can't fiddle with the colors. Table cells? Nope. I spent some time Friday night trying to
get Elsewhere into a more flexible coding structure and, lo and behold, neither Netscape 4 nor
6 would listen to a <td class=tdmsg> tag where I'd defined a background color for the class.
I never told anyone that I almost chose not to go to UCLA because of her. I always, always
knew that I didn't stand a chance with her, for the simple reason that I'm not of the same race,
and the opinions of her parents were well documented, a standard which could not be circumvented enough for me.
People who think that caucasians can't be victims of racism are mistaken, but that's a different
And you know what? I'm very happy for her. But I must admit that I'm a bit sad for me. This
guy that she's marrying, he's a good guy. Brilliant, accomplished, and he answered a question
that I wouldn't have even understood; he solved a problem the
language of which I do not yet speak. And for her, I'm happy. Because she's happy. And because
the answer that he was right for her wasn't easy to come by: that means she's grown up.
It's not supposed to be easy; if it is, I'm immediately suspicious. But I'd always
thought, just in the back of my mind, that maybe, just maybe I had a chance. I wonder if
she noticed when she told me how it hurt, just a little, to smile, say how wonderful it was,
and give her a hug, while part of me was thinking this hope, too, has extinguished.
But they've been mostly different
9 days in a row with a headache of some sort. I don't know what that means. The thing is, they've
all been different. 2 migraines (with the loci on opposite sides, no less), 4 sinus-oriented
headaches (these switched sides after a 2-day respite, from behind by right eye to behind my left),
and 3 non-descript tensiony-migrainey pains in me gulliver. To hell with it, maybe I'm getting a
hint that I need to learn to deal with it like I used to.
musings of señor prod.
Welcome home, Perry. We all missed you. And now that you're back, I see in just one day how
much further I have to go, and I wonder if I'll ever get there.