Ye Olde Rad Blog II

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There are other improvements we could think about making to this page, like having each column come down to meet the footer. As it is now, there is a gap either between the main content and the footer (if the browser window is set wide), or the side-bar and the footer (if the browser window is set to normal or narrow width).

Unfortunately, it's not easy to fix this, and we're not going to try to do that in this chapter. Layout in CSS is is an art, and no layout solution is perfect.

What a cop-out. And notice how they say » "not in this chapter" .. as if they will in some future chapter. (Yet neither of the two remaining deal with Layout.) Today is also the first time I heard them use the word liquid, which is how I'm constructing my columns .. not their margined float+clear trick.

But I *am* learning some cool stuff .. especially the last few chapters, which have been (by far) the best. And I can even see why some of the things I tried earlier wouldn't work. Of course, now that I've read the chapter, the solution seems obvious (the problem simple). But at the time, it had me yanking out my hair.

The Bug has a Bug

No bug this week. He's got a bug. High fever. His mom wants to keep him. He started feeling bad when I had him last Sunday. I brought him back early. He wants his mom whenever not feeling well (don't we all). Hate to see him sick, even a sniffle suks.

My brother says every time they get sick with one thing, it immunizes them against 10 more (cuz many bugs are similar), and it's better for them to get sick when they're small (rather than when they're older). That's how I try to stay positive. Otheriwise it kills me to see him miserable.

Did I ever tell you the story of how the Navy innoculates new recruits (in boot-camp) .. against every disease known to man? (Good story.)

Innoculations, Military-style

Afterwards, they had us line up outside (Orlando) and stand in the hot sun (waiting for the rest of the company to process thru medical). Guys started dropping. I started hallucinating. Sixteen different plagues running thru my body. Kinda surreal. Out-of-body experience. Felt like riding on a rollercoaster » wheeeee.

They shot us with these big, stainless-steel guns. One shot in each shoulder. (Eight innoculations per gun.)

"Step up to the red line," the corpsman says. "Put you toes on the line." You feel the steel at each shoulder. A mass of plastic tubes connect to the base of each gun. "How much do you weigh?" the guy dressed-in-white asks, adjusting a dial on the gun. His guess is surprisingly close.

"Don't flinch," he says. "These guns use 3000-psi of pressure. If you move, they'll cut you." Eight different diseases in each gun .. shot into your body » all at once. Many of which you've heard. Words like bubonic come to mind. Typhoid.

"So, relax," he says. =) "The more you relax. The less it'll hurt."

"Okay, on 3," he says. "Here we go. One, two ..." and they shot me (on two). "What happened to 3?" I asked. "Next!" he calls out with a smile.