Red Hands
Permalink: Red HandsI really love this song.

I really love this song.
Do not meddle in the affairs of dragons, for you are crunchy and taste good with ketchup.
My fake plants died because I did not pretend to water them.
You've been handling query strings wrong. It's OK, so has everybody else. When I say "everybody else" I mean that I've yet to find an accurately conforming library in any language that I use. I think it's finally time to cover all of the complicated parts of query strings in hopes that someday, someone will get them right.
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
I've recently been doing some work involving polldaddy. It's not a bad service. Pretty straight-forward to go from the concept of a poll to putting a poll on a page. Unfortunately for me, I need to delve a little deeper and get the poll results to show up as a special visualization instead of the default bar graph.
The past wasn't better, we just forgot about all the shitty shit.
I started playing with Raphaël the other day. It was so simple, I just had to add it to my blag.
To err is human.
To arr is pirate.
Hear the sledges with the bells—
Silver bells!
What a world of merriment their melody foretells!
How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle,
In the icy air of night!
While the stars that oversprinkle
All the Heavens, seem to twinkle
With a crystalline delight;
Keeping time, time, time,
In a sort of Runic rhyme,
To the tintinnabulation that so musically wells
From the bells, bells, bells, bells,
Bells, bells, bells—
From the jingling and the tinkling of the bells.