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Wednesday, (I don't want to go to) Chelsea. Woof. We started in on form validation today. This is. . .well, it's damn confusing for me, to be perfectly honest. I suppose I'll eventually learn (and even memorize) what all these methods and variables and functions and properties are and mean -- for now, however, I simply wipe away the drool and obediently copy the solution projected on the screen when and as necessary, then go through it line-by-line to figure out what I (or to be more accurate, what Claire and I) just did. I can see how this stuff will be useful -- hell, I can recognize some of the stuff from the Materials Data pages -- but it's still somewhat gibberishlike to me. Oh, well -- that's what practice is for. And besides, I can now call up cool pages like Lifestyle Tips for the Dead, look at the source code and puzzle out how Nicholas did what he did (and no, NG, I'm not going to copy your code. Hell, I'm still trying to figure out how YOU did it in the first place). The next time I have some free time, I have plans for the navigator bar off there on the left. . . 
Ahhhhh. . .Catholic theological weirdness at its best, and Alanis Morrisette plays God. I do love Kevin Smith (completely apart from the fact that he's a doe-eyed darling. In fact, this movie had Kevin, Jason Lee and Alan Rickman -- a tasty array of thinking woman's crumpet if I do say so myself). Simply describing the movie doesn't do it justice -- you have to check out the Dogma website or, better yet, go see the movie yourself. That is, if you don't mind a 13th apostle (left out of the Bible for political reasons), an umpteen great-grandniece of Jesus, a female Deity, a less-than-devout look at the Catholic Church and two stoner prophets whose favorite word seems to be "fuck." If you do mind all this, of course, then please feel free to skip the movie. More tickets for me, bwahahahahaha. . . |
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after all the Javascript magic, I finally dragged my weary brain down
to Leicester Square for a movie without subtitles -- whee! Much to my
brimming, childlike delight, the Warner Brothers' paen to cinematic excess
was showing both Dogma and Sleepy Hollow. I didn't feel like waiting around
until 7:20 for SW, so plumped my £9.50 (Jesus, when did movies get
so expensive here?) down for Dogma.