meep back. You are going to be our first Buffista to to get rich while a Buffista. Our one currently rich Buffista was already rich when he joined the board.
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cool, deb. Breath & Shadow finally is running my food-stamp interview story, rechristened "Stamped". [link]
erika, I love that story - and I love B&S's layout.
Thanks, and yeah, it's nice. Will pass that thought to Sharon and Norm(The editor and the web guy)
It really is nicely laid out. The bulk of the sites I've seen for online pubs the past few years have been so busy, and so Flash-heavy, that they're damned near unreadable. It's almost as if they're thinking right, I've got all the design toys, I must use as many as possible in one place to justify having them.
This one is deeply pleasing to the eye. Nice and clean and visually easy. And I liked that I didn't have top hunt around for yours: main screen, click to read.
Me, too, Deb. Nothing wrong with using the KISS principle on a website. If anything, it will bring me back more often.
Excellent essay, erika. Your food stamp lady reminded me of Doris Kroger there for a minute or two. Glad you got your two cents in with the glasses cleaning tip.
Accessible websites often don't have all those things...apparently it makes it harder for the programs that read text for blind users and, probably, disability nation's computers are a little behind the curve.
I hope Deb becomes rich like a rich thing! I want her to bathe in tasty champagne and have Evian and white truffle pedicures!
(But mostly I want her to become rich, cause we have the same shoe size, and she'll say "Dahhhlink, of course you can wear those cunning Jimmy Choo's! They're so old -- I've had them a month! Here, borrow these simple little 4 carat emerald earrings, I'm wearing the Kashmir sapphires tonight." She will say this as we fly on her dashing little jet to her villa for Tired, Porny Teachers in Tuscany. Where I will promptly seduce the handsome artist living in the cottage down the road, drink all her vintage Amarone, and squash the grape harvest using my La Perla clad breasts.)
::tags along on Erin's foamy, foamy coattails::
I figure I won't be an entirely unuseful golddigger. She can get me drunk, strip me naked, roll me in duck tape, and use me as a ginormous, giggly Swiffer for her legion of scrawny, street-smart Italian kitties.