I’ve just realised something which I had kind of been keeping my head in the sand about: Movable Type 3.11 is buggy as all hell. Once you start getting anywhere near the red-line, its behaviour silently switches from “when” to “if”. This is bloody frightening as I’ve now invested weeks worth of all-nighters getting everything configured properly and now have a number of blogs running on it…
One in a series of auto-spams—a gratuitous link to The Lecture List. Fabrica just posted Representing Islam: Empires, Ideologies and Rhetorics
Just so I know, exactly what hapened to make the amount of comment spam I’m getting shoot up overnight?
Damn, this thing went from Mena’s intermediate template to the completely new float design in about 18 hours. I was at the perifferal templates until 2 am this morning trying to get the category-based tags to work as expected (had to upgrade to 3.11 in the process—must learn how to psync…).
Came across this icon I made of myself when digging around for portfolio stuff. For starters, what’s with the front pony tail;-) That said, it is kinda cute (the icon, not the goat)…
I’m happy to say, I haven’t seen bona-fide mystery-meat navigation in years, but strangely, as I’ve been reviewing what other designers have been doing about their online portfolios, I’m finding it more and more. This example was so bad I just had to post it. Not only is the navigation device out of focus (making it hard to read), but it’s vertical. In other words, even after the ‘reveal’ (when you mouseover the mystery meat) the navigation is still hard to decode. Sheesh!
The expression ‘hoist on his own petard’ comes from the frequent and generally grisly end of His Majesty’s Petardier—from the French, “person who has to light a very large fire-cracker at point-blank range while standing under boiling oil in a haze of arrows and musket balls”. The purpose of the petard was—at least in theory—to blow a bloody great hole in a castle door (6-inch-thick, two-hundred-year-old-oak beams held together with cast iron straps etc. you know, that sort of thing) and it was ignited like a cannon (ie by standing next to it and lighting a fuse).