Timelies all!

I'm sorry about Jeeves, Anne.

{{{Consuela}}}

I'm reading an author who keeps writing dialogue segues into description like this:

"Come run with me!" John sat stubbornly silent.

Is there a rule that I can bonk her with? It's not always that obviously wrong--often enough I have to go back and reset who said what, or at least remind myself it's that author.

I just had to show one of the developers that you could display images using CSS alone (it wasn't in the page's HTML!). Now I need to ask him to do something using JavaScript, and frankly--I'm scared.

This is how crazy my boss lady is. She was meeting contractors to get an estimate on residing her house this morning and felt shamed by the state of her lawn and what the burly contractors would think of her, so she broke out the lawnmower.

Now, the grass was wet and kept gumming up the mower deck. So every few passes she'd turn the mower off and wipe the clippings off the blades . . .

I can't even talk about it, it's too gross. The doctors are delaying surgery for whatever reason, and have forbid her from going into work where all the dirt is. If she's lucky, they can reattach the tip. If it gets infected, they'll have to amputate to the first knuckle.

Fanfic porn has me worried which knuckle this actually is.

I feel bad because my next thought on reading this [link] was "You shoulda kept the dash. The dash was important."

But that can be addressed at any time. It's a touching gesture.

(Seriously, how can you not know CSS can display images when I gave you the CSS with the image reference in it?)

Julie,

I just got the heebie jeebies! My fault for asking!

Assume curiosity dead.

Consuela, I am so sorry. Much love and ~ma to you.

Also, thank you all for the condolences on my sweet Jeeves. I'm sad (obviously), but also feel oddly relieved now that the worst is over and I no longer have to watch him deteriorating. I did get a bit weepy when I came home today and my little buddy wasn't waiting for me at the door.

My friends' dog got a bad cut on her face recently, and they kept saying "she ran into the lawn mower," BUT the lawn mower was not on at the time! And the dog tripped or something. So it's not good, but not the immediate image that sentence gives you.

I'm sad (obviously), but also feel oddly relieved now that the worst is over and I no longer have to watch him deteriorating. I did get a bit weepy when I came home today and my little buddy wasn't waiting for me at the door.

Yup, and yup. I feel you on both counts. I'm still pulling cat hairs out of sweaters, which is a little creepily sentimental for me.

Anne I'm so sorry about Jeeves.

Let it be known to all that I will drop everything to have drinks with Consuela.

And I'm sorry people suck.

Zip car sold their territory in my area to enterprise on the same day I got a zipcar card. Welp. Okthen.

Oh, and another dead bunny on the carpet. This time she ate the forelegs as well as teh brainz. I think she's unhappy that I chucked the other one into the bushes. That or she really is a zombie that's developing an apetite for more than just gray matter.