Or, Don’t Mess With Texas: Yahoo! News – Jury Acquits Texas Mother Who Killed Sons What is it about Texas, religious mania, and murderous moms, anyway? Sheesh, glad I’m right out of the running.
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The day we walked up the road in Lamb’s Canyon, the sun was warm and bright, and everything looked as if it had been done over by Mother Nature’s spring cleaning — all the branches were bare on the aspen and scrub oak. The snow was slowly drawing back the covers it had thrown over the rocks and the ridgelines from their winter sleep. It’s not spring up there just yet, but it’s just around the next turn in the road. And in the meantime, the snow is melting into pure, cold water. From here, it flows into Parley’s Canyon,…
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With the help of the latest entry at Learning Movable Type: Text Wrap, I’ve improved the way the images for the Scotland entry in the travel journal work with text wrapped around them (or under them, in the case of a short amount of text). It’s noticeable when you scroll down from the Scotland entry – pretty neat and wrapping correctly – and then get to entries like York and London. All of this is leading up to a boatload of images to be messed with. I ended up cancelling the Art Institute excursion with David’s parents and staying home…
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Thank you!Lord of the Peeps will eventually continue where they left off. Be sure to check the Extras page, they now have AIM icons and emotipeeps (what the?).
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There is nothing good or joyful about this. Disgusting, shameful, and sad. I’m going to bed.
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One last thing – it appears the Salty Vicar has gotten himself a TypePad setup, with (oh yay!) XML or RSS or whatever it’s called. So time to update my settings.
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Oooooog. I don’t feel so good. I think I’ve got the beginnings of a sinus infection. I’ve been off all week and could have been decently and appropriately sick, but nooo. I’m getting sick at the beginning of the weekend, but not be sick enough to stay home from work next week. And tomorrow, we’re supposed to meet David’s parents downtown and go to the Art Institute. Sunday we’re supposed to get together with Steve and go on an early-spring photo safari to the Botanic Gardens again. And I don’t want to stay home anymore. Bleah.