Urgent: I’m looking for a site which gives the lowdown on producing well formatted HTML templates, complete with a website’s look-and-feel, but which don’t break in hotmail, Yahoo! mail and Outlook / Outlook Express. The best I’ve come up with so far is a fairly lacklustre article from Webmonkey.
Category: Random
Bridget Jones gone mad…
Found in Inbox: Someone sent me this a while back, and I forwarded it to another one of my e-mail addresses because I was at work or something, and now I don’t know who did it. If it was you mail me. Anyway – having stumbled upon it once more, I thought I should share it with the world. It really is strangely apposite [Addendum: The source of this particular image is young Meg]:
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How do you mend a broken heart?
The Guardian’s Ethical Conundrums presents us with the question: How do you mend a broken heart? My favourite answer to this, because it amuses me, not because I’d do it, is: “The best way to get over someone is to get under someone….”
Oh, Not Another One!
People seem continually surprised by each new ‘homosexual revelation’ in the entertainment industry. The latest one concerns Alec Guinness, who apparently was happily married with a child while simultaneously flirting on the side with a little boy-on-boy action. The plain and simple fact is that there are a hell of a lot of gay people in the world – anywhere from sixty to six hundred million of us. And while I’m delighted that people are gradually coming to realise this, I do wish that it wouldn’t be such a shock to them each and every time they find out about one more…
The Portabush: “The most powerful man in the world is now yours to control! PortaBush is the palm-sized version of Dubya that lets anyone experience the joys and headaches of being President. Pass or veto bills, pig out on Texas BBQ, blow-up any number of people or places, flirt with an intern, and when all the stress gets to you, drink yourself silly!” [via syntheticlife.com]
Looking for ideal man…
I’ve just watch Bring it On again, and would like to announce that if you are anything like the character Cliff Pantone (as played by Jesse Bradford) in any way (but, you know, gay), then mail me. Important criteria for ideal man: 1) Should know punk from hole in ground (but not be all scary about it – guitar tendencies important though), 2) Should be centred, passionate, but not moody – able to deal with occasional crap, while understanding where such crap comes from. 3) Should understand (perhaps share) important geek desires like HTML, Buffy and cheesy movies, 4) Should IDEALLY be about 25, circa 5’8″, between ten and a half and eleven stone, and healthily scruffy-looking. 5) Good job / money completely unimportant, although restrained intelligence gets big bonus points.
Thank you, dear heart…
I probably shouldn’t be thankful for this, but I’d just like to send a nod to the glamorous Mo Morgan for pointing me in the direction of this admirably clear tutorial on JSP.
Apocalipsticking…
While we are talking about Amazon, I just thought I should mention that Apocalipstick, the second book of Volume One of The Invisibles is now available for both UK and US fans. It’s not the best section of the series, but it sets the scene for a lot of the stuff to come.
Random Acts of Kindness…
Thank you to Paul over at Cuckoo-kid.com for buying me a copy of Snatch on DVD from my wishlist. Little random acts of kindness like this are really helpful at the moment. It’s really very much appreciated.
On Being Home Alone…
My flatmates are going away tomorrow for four or five days to the Isle of Wight for a bit of R&R. I am hopelessly jealous of their ability to opt out for a week and disappear, but at the moment the thing that is fascinating me most is how the week will go with me being alone in the flat. That means I’ll be starting my contract work with no one to complain to when I get home in the evening. I’m thinking about having a dinner party for my gay friends while they are away, but don’t really know how I could afford to do so. I must check my financial resources immediately.
