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To Hell With Internet Explorer

Upon reading this charming post on the IEBlog (a clueless attempt at self-deprecatory humor concerning IE8), I am urged to quote from this old chestnut (links & emphases added, with apologies to Zeldman):

Old software does not support standards. […] It would be swell if we could have backward compatibility and pure standards compliance. But we can’t. We have to choose. […]

For years, we’ve been taught to be good little web designers, building sites that work in browsers that don’t. Each site we build the old-fashioned way becomes one more dung heap of bad code, one more web destination that will eventually stop working as browsers and standards evolve.

The longer we do it, the more doomed sites proliferate. […]
Enough already. We finally have good browsers. Let’s use them.

I am sick unto death of dragging IE kicking and screaming into the 21st century. For personal projects, I no longer give a damn about how it looks/behaves in IE. Professionally, I will continue to utilize the concept of progressive enhancement (with a much sharper edge), longing for the day when we can all kick IE to the curb.

I will shortly be adding this snippet in a strategic location in my blog template:

<!--[if IE]>
  <h1>
    Page look weird? 
    <a href="http://getfirefox.com">Get a real browser.</a>
  </h1>
<![endif]-->

I really don’t care whom I offend, thanks to the example set by the IE team.

The Surest Way to Corrupt a Youth

“The surest way to corrupt a youth is to instruct him to hold in higher regard those who think alike than those who think differently.”
Nietzsche

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Ahem

I got distracted. I’m not quitting this thing again. Honest.

(Among other things, I need to hack this theme into a less puke-inducing appearance. text-align: justify, wtf)

Bibliosynchronicity

Not two days after I finally get around to finishing Hunter S. Thompson’s Fear & Loathing in Las Vegas, this Diesel Sweeties comic pays homage to the work in its title.

Coincidence? Of-bloody-course. But amusing, nonetheless.
(P.S., go read the book already)

Make My Logo Bigger Cream

A well spent seven minutes of my life.

Noodling

Insofar as it describes my habitual train of thought, I might as well title this post “What [I] do every night, Pinky”. I am writing a bunch of patter just to get myself back in the pseudo-confessional habit.

You’re probably reading this through a feed reader, and $deity-bless you, because the theme blows visual Bronx cheers. I’ve been a bit busy since I shuffled my world-wide-webly possessions into its shiny new Solaris home. Perhaps this weekend.

I just noticed that I have to get the Markdown plugin installed. I coulda swore it was included by default. Lots of things to do. Lots of time to do it.

Blog, the Third

We now return you to our regularly-scheduled program.