27 February 2005
Well, not exactly, but I decided that since all the archives have the content on the left, the main page probably ought to have the content on the left, so I switched the two columns. I can't imagine this being a problem for anyone, but then I am told I am lacking in imagination.
Posted at 9:52 AM to Blogorrhea
You could've switched the archives to having the content on the right. Although that would have required coming up with something to put under the goldfinch.
Other than The Daily Oklahoman, at any rate.
Yeah, but that would require rebuilding four thousand files instead of one. Never underestimate the power of applied laziness.
Aggghhh! You know I don't handle change well...
Am I leaning? I think I feel a strange pulling sensation. I hate change!!!!!!!
Your site is backwards now. I've grown accustomed to your sidebar being on the left. (Your politics, I assume, are still firmly planted in the center.)
If this switch gives you fits, be warned that the next version (still in its "This isn't even close to being finished") stage will be well-nigh unrecognizable.
Whoa. I think that this is most dramatic style change that I've ever seen at Dustbury.
Works for me.
I found a copy of the version 4.5 front page, from March 1999, sitting around in the archives; it's a darn good thing I didn't put it up. (We're talking serious eyestrain here.)
Didn't you have it this way a little while ago?
It's been this way before; in fact, I think I set up everything that way for the first Movable Type installation in 2002, for which I designated the front page as version 8. (We're up to 8.9 now.)
Charles, do you have a beard in this universe? (And am I clean-shaven?)
I've had a beard since I was 15, and every morning (with the exception of seven days in 1985, about which the less said the better) I've hacked it off with a blade.
Oh, that's not what you meant? Sorry.
What did he mean then?
And do you know we have our third snowstorm in seven days? And do you know we're having another one in a few more? And do you know after being cooped up in my house for a month post-surgery, that I am ready to claw somebody's eyes out?
It's one of those parallel universes beloved of science-fiction writers, in which things are just slightly different: I have a beard (and probably am a tad underweight), Chris Rock is a white guy, and winter in New England ends promptly on Valentine's Day. (This is, of course, why it's called "science fiction.")