My referrer logs have revealed to me a bittersweet find: the CSS Colouring Book. The layouts are aesthetically pleasant, greater in number than my own, and no doubt well intentioned. Why then do I call the find bittersweet? It's all about the code, my friend.
While it is indeed true that the HTML and CSS validate, the layouts are absolutely non-semantic in nature. Little meaning is attributed to the HTML elements except what is necessary to manipulate them via CSS. And the CSS Colouring Book's presentation-oriented use of boxes feels an awful lot like using tables for layout.
Is it just me, or were the television commercials during the Super Bowl rather disappointing? Maybe it's because I'm not a Britney Spears fan and don't particularly care what an mlife is, but I was a little let down. Are there usually so few brand new commercials during the big game? Are we to believe that the pouting economy is to blame? I can't believe that a company would pay millions of dollars for advertising time only to run a stale, four-month-old commercial.
Of course there were a few gems. I laughed at several of the creative Budweiser ad spots and was amused by another E*TRADE chimp ad. Too bad I'm not in either company's target market - I don't like beer and I'm unemployed.
I'm not sure when the domain bluerobot.net was registered, but it looks to be owned by a squatter. Does someone expect that I'll pay big bucks to obtain the domain? Silly squatter, BlueRobot's for kids.
I am pleased to announce that BlueRobot.com is now hosted by Webstrike Solutions. You can be sure that I'll let you know how it works out.
After two years and seven months of service, I've been let go by my employer. Please add me to the growing list of economic casualties. For the time being, I am calm but afraid. Needless to say, I'm now searching for employment.
Yesterday, a friend died. In truth, she was more acquaintance than friend - a coworker from my past. Though we were not close, I mourn. What's most difficult for me is the sudden blinding awareness of our mortality, our fragility. Right now, I just want to hold my wife and protect her from the dangerous world. Life always seems most precious in the shadow of death.