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I’m trying to add a class to my CSS and, for some reason, changes in the style sheet don’t “take” right away in the preview mode, so I have to publish to tinker with it. Whatever.


Comment from Muslihoon
Time: June 10, 2007, 9:38 am

What’s a “class to […] CSS”?

So, I’m learning Turkish now. Quite interesting. A very different language. Thanks to the Mongols and Turks and their penchant for invading and pillaging, Altaic languages exist in a swathe from Anatolia in the west to Mongolia in the east.

The way they form possessives is interesting. Both the possessor and the possessed are modified. So whereas “Atatürk Meydanı (Atatürk without modification; “meydan” (field) + third person singular suffix with vowel harmony with a = “his field”) means “Atatürk Field”, “Atatürkın Meydanı means “Atatürk’s Field” (literally, in a way, “Atatürk’s his-field”). A little redundant.

Turkish, like other Altaic languages, is agglutinative (adds a whole lot of suffixes to modify meaning) and vowel harmony (the vowels of suffixes depend on the vowels of the word). So, whereas “meydanı means “his field”, “evi means “his house”.

(I hope the undotted “i” shows up here.)

Comment from Steamboat McGoo
Time: June 10, 2007, 9:57 am

Who in hell is making all that racket! Chainsaws and jackhammers? And what’s that smell? Geez! It’s Sunday, fer chrissakes! Can’t you let a man sleep in?

Comment from S. Weasel
Time: June 10, 2007, 10:35 am

The spam filter ate that one, Musli. Weird. Must be all the special characters.

I had a fairly good head for languages when I was younger…but you do, don’t you? The ‘language learning’ lobe of your brain is a thirsty beast when you’re small and atrophies as you age. I still like seeing an overview of how different languages work.

The Cascading Style Sheet is a separate document that describes how your browser should interpret HTML tags. You can tell it that <b>bold</b> on YOUR page should be red or underlined or a different font.

In addition to the standard tags, like <b> and <i> and <body>, you can also invent custom tags. Like I have one called “footnote” that makes small text. Today I’m half-heartedly building one that makes a small boxed item, for things that don’t really deserve a whole post. Like, I woke up with a zit this morning! and I really thought the world at large needed to know that. Also, playing with my css is more fun than what I’m supposed to be doing, which is yard work.

If you see something interesting on a page, you can dig around and find that site’s style.css file and suss out how they did it. Click here to see the .css file for sweasel. You have to pay an annual fee to edit your .css on WordPress, though. I’ll be interested to see if my old site blows up on the one-year anniversary of my paying that fee, or whether they let my custom CSS sit there.

Comment from Dawn
Time: June 10, 2007, 12:30 pm

Has that Uncle Stoat on the right always been there?

Comment from S. Weasel
Time: June 10, 2007, 12:40 pm

Nope. That’s new. It replaces the Page Three girl. I had intended to mix up the sidebar artwork more often. That really is the fun part for me, coming up with the little graphicy bits. But, you know. Stuff. And things.

It’s hell being lazy. People don’t properly appreciate that, I find.

Comment from jwpaine
Time: June 10, 2007, 1:14 pm


I suggest you drink MUCH raki (and yes, I know the i shouldn’t have a dot, but I fear the Weasel’s spam-enforcer!).

Comment from jwpaine
Time: June 10, 2007, 1:29 pm

You can’t even count from one to ten in Turkish without invoking the mighty & capricious Weasel-Spam-Monitor-Thingie.

Let’s poke it with a stick, shall we?
bir, iki, üç, dört, beş, altı, yedi, sekiz, dokuz,

BTW: confusion between altı (six) and alti (gold) resulted in a Turkish castle being built with six towers instead of golden towers (or so the legend goes).

Comment from Steamboat McGoo
Time: June 10, 2007, 1:54 pm

Uncle Stoaty’s neat.

Comment from S. Weasel
Time: June 10, 2007, 3:31 pm

Well! I was going to erase this thread when I was done, but you guys are like mushrooms. Turn out the lights and spread a little horseshit on the floor, and you’re all over the place.

Comment from Steamboat McGoo
Time: June 10, 2007, 6:06 pm

I know you’re tired from all that lawn stuff you didn’t get done, but you could replace the “beans” picture with the “Heinz Beanz” photo posted a while back. It would further confuse us yankee visiters (a state we’re familiar with) and make the brit visiters feel right at home.

BTW: It rained here in E-MO so you couldn’t have done much lawn work anyway – uh – right?

Comment from Steamboat McGoo
Time: June 10, 2007, 6:10 pm

(sigh) visitOrs, visitOrs.

…and, yes, doc did change my meds. Oh! Look! Mushrooms.

Comment from S. Weasel
Time: June 10, 2007, 7:18 pm

It was beautiful here today. Sunny, high 60s. Perfect. I trimmed a couple of shrubs and mowed.

I hate yard work. I’m a born plant killer. My mom used to say I had a purple thumb. This house is surrounded by shrubs that were once trimmed in the shape of happy gumdrops and pom-poms and french poodles. Fuck that. Under new management, I barely keep them looking like bushes. One day, they’ll eat the house alive.

Sometimes I imagine the former owners park out front from time to time and cry quietly at what I’ve done to the place.

And I laugh, because they tried to screw me out of $500 for their tacky drapes.

Comment from Gnus
Time: June 10, 2007, 7:36 pm

Wait! No more page three pic/graphicy thing? No hot weasel chicks?

Testing we minions are ye?


Comment from S. Weasel
Time: June 10, 2007, 7:44 pm

No, no…they’ll be back. I’m just recycling.

The graphics with the solid colors (the daily weasel, the location slug) are really, really tiny. I can run as many of those as I like. The ones with a lot of different shades of gray are a good deal bigger. I’m trying to vary the graphics without doing awful things to the page overhead.

And, anyhow, staring at nubile but unobtainable weasels will make you crazy.

Page three, for those what didn’t know.

Comment from Steamboat McGoo
Time: June 10, 2007, 7:57 pm

Purple thumb, huh. Yep. In our family it was “cursed dirt”. It was always the dirts fault. We never used “soil”.

For your vicarious pleasure, I will tell you that years ago I helped a couple re-landscape their property not long before they sold it. It looked damned good, I think. The new owners promptly ripped it all out and re-did it – hideously, even to my undescerning eyes. My friends cursed them for a year. So – yes – the former owners are for-sure thinking ill of you. They always do….

Shrubs. I do cubes. Easier. Tried a teardrop once. The bush died.

But Weasel, if you can do that screw-thread curlicue thing with shrubs I see occasionally, you will have reached Hero status in my eyes. I don’t particularly like the effect, but by God I admire the skill.

Comment from S. Weasel
Time: June 10, 2007, 8:09 pm

Well, speaking as we were of my mom and corkscrews, I came home from school one day and Mother had taken fingernail scissors to my cat and trimmed his tail into a spiral. As he was a stripey tiger, the effect was startling.

She said she had similarly sculpted her own cat many years before and he vanished soon after. She was convinced someone stole him thinking the effect was natural.

Don’t get me started on the white kittens and the food coloring.

Comment from Steamboat McGoo
Time: June 10, 2007, 8:23 pm

Tail. Spiral. White (aaaawwww) kittens. Food coloring.

Yes, the Weasel clan is strange.

Comment from Gnus
Time: June 11, 2007, 10:14 am

Naaaaah, Weasel, I was crazy long before nubile but unobtainable party stoats. No need to look for mathematical proof of that.

We suthreners most always seem to have at least a touch of the strange in our lineage. My ex and I had been married for some years when we found out we were sixth or seventh cousins, twice removed or some such. Reinforcing several stereotypes at once, as it were.

Comment from S. Weasel
Time: June 11, 2007, 10:42 am

Yeah, my family had that whole Southern Gothic, Flannery O’Connor thing going, too. Cousin marrying, incidentally, was condoned on my father’s side but condemned on my mother’s side, which is why Uncle Will died a bachelor.

Hey, I just looked up “Flannery O’Connor” to make sure I spelled it right. Did you know her first brush with fame was when she was five and taught a chicken to walk backwards? The Pathé News people came out and filmed “Little Mary O’Connor and her backwards-walking chicken” and everything.

Jesus. Is that just too, too Flannery O’Connor, or what?

Comment from Lokki
Time: June 11, 2007, 12:02 pm

Many’s the intern that I’ve counseled by telling them that the road to fame begins with teaching a chicken to walk backwards. They all laughed at me, especially the two or three that I’ve had as bosses afterward.

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