Death comes for us all (a melodramatic haiku of retirement)
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guts and garters

It's all fun and games until someone loses molecular cohesion.

Thursday, July 23, 2009

The template, she is finally updated! This latest battle in my ongoing low-intensity conflict with CSS properties was much quicker and easier. Maybe I'm finally starting to get the hang of this. Or just realising that webdesign long got out of my immediate grasp, so I reach sooner for the CSS helpfiles.

I'm feeling, in a way, a bit of an old dog recently. Thirty's alarmingly nigh, my friends are breeding, and 2AM no longer carries the prefix "only". The dream/reality quantum is collapsing into a single focus. And we're staring down the barrel of a serious house (with associated serious mortgage).

I'm not entirely sure how this happened when I still feel so twenty-three. Then, of course, I look at my friends who are twenty-three, and realise that they're really very young, expending so much of themselves. Is growing up not losing energy, but gaining efficiency? Or are these just the lies tired old women tell themselves?

I don't even have any cats yet. Better get on that.

I should also try and figure out some way to have a collapsible menu for the archives, because goddamn I've been waffling for a long time.

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