Thumbnails and other stuff
MRG and ADM: here’s the exact code I used yesterday for the thumbnail:
<CENTER><A HREF=”http://album.atomic-systems.com/showPic.php/12117/ShoulderKitten1.JPG” target=”_blank”><IMG ALT=”Click on this image thumbnail to see it in its full size” BORDER=”0″ SRC=”http://album.atomic-systems.com/showPic.php/12117/ShoulderKitten1.JPG/1″></A>
<FONT SIZE=”1″>Click on picture for larger view.</FONT></CENTER>
The border around a graphic as an active link bugs me, so I remove that. I finally figured out that the height and width commands have to be stripped out of the code that Dear Diary provides for thumbnails. One of my original “d’uh” moments. It’s taken me months to realize that this was the reason my thumbnail code wouldn’t work until now. I always try to have links in my diary open to new windows – I figure that makes it easier for the person reading my diary to navigate. I don’t always remember to include a blank target though.
I had another low-sleep night last night. The Professor’s sleep schedule has him back to going to bed around 4:00 a.m., so he was unwilling again to let me drift off to sleep. When he came into the bedroom in the wee hours, he fed the Warrior Princess first, who bolted her food and then threw it all up minutes later. I let The Prof take care of the mess; he has a really hard time dealing with cat barf, but I have a really hard time getting up out of bed to clean up after his cat. It was still lost sleep though, and I’m feeling particularly sluggish today.
I read a few diaries today that I don’t ordinarily read. Something written in one of them struck me as wrong and hurtful. I never know what to do when I read things like that. My usual approach has been to simply ignore such entries, unless they have to do directly with me or mine. It often feels like by doing this I’m giving silent approval to these musings, though. And that feels wrong.
I ignored what I read today, even though the writer’s sentiments flew directly in the face of things I believe to be true, and even though what was said was a direct attack on the lifestyle of friends of mine. The diary writer doesn’t know my friends. The entry wasn’t intended to be an attack on them. It still hurt to know that people would think that way though. Have I let my friends down by failing to speak my peace? I don’t know. All I know is that my opinion would not have been welcome, and that more harm than good would have resulted from speaking up.
Some things inevitably come with a lose/lose ending attached to them. Sometimes there is no road to honor, just roads that lead to different dishonors.
Then again, maybe I just need to get some sleep.