2000-08-17
Dear Diary: Well, since our recent front porch renovation didn't manage to bust up our marriage, Paul and I have decided to tempt fate once again and start another renovation project, putting a new roof on the place. I think the phrase "too stupid to live" probably applies here. And for the record I would like to state that the colour of paint on our porch is NOT called pre-menopausal crazy wife red, despite what my spousal unit says to the contrary. I personally think calling the colour just plain red will do perfectly well, thank you very much. And while we're on the topic of colour, I think that calling Moby Table pre-menopausal crazy wife turquoise is completely unnecessary, too. Further bulletins as events progress. --Marn
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This template is a riff on a design by the truly talented Quinn. Because I'm a html 'tard, I got alot of pity coding to modify it from Ms. Kittay, a woman who can make html roll over, beg, and bring her her slippers. The logo goodness comes from the God of Graphics, the Fuhrer of Fonts, the one, the only El Presidente. I smooch you all. The background image is part of a painting called Higher Calling by Carter Goodrich which graced the cover of the Aug. 3, 1998 issue of The New Yorker Magazine. Kids, don't try viewing this at home without Netscape 6 or IE 4.5+, a screen resolution of 800 X 600 and the font Mead Bold firmly ensconced on your hard drive. �2000, 2001, 2002 Marn. This is me, dagnabbit. You be you. |