People who still use IE6 shouldn't be allowed to use the net. But apparently around 30 percent of the ordinary net surfers still are; forcing poor, tired web developers to spend hours trying to make things look at least somewhat decent. (Fanfic-writing fangirls on the other hand - and to the lesser extent that fanboys exist they too I suppose - seem to be more computer literate with only 6 percent using the browser from hell. They also are almost double as likely to use macs as the more generic crowds. Oh the things you can learn from site logs.)

And why does the main web advertising bureaus have to be American and pay their associates in the currently soft and not very almighty US dollar? That's the last thing I need right now.

It's been grey and icky for days, not exactly helping my mood even if today the sun finally for a while succeeded to demonstrate that it still exists somewhere behind the clouds or under the horizon. And on top of that my sis succeeded in making me depressed without her knowing it. All in all, yesterday wasn't really the best of days.




German Shepherd - The Perfectionist

Doggedly dedicated to getting the job done, you don't let silly little distractions get in the way of putting in a full day's work. And after you come home, chowing down on a little grub and taking a little catnap is all it takes to get you up and at 'em for round two, whatever that may entail. Your dogma emphasizes the importance of hard work, and you swim laps around your dog-paddling, time-wasting co-workers. Your cleverness leads to you often being entrusted with some pretty important tasks, which you are always more than happy to sink your canines into. You really dig being outdoors and love a bit of exercise, but you draw the line at the ridiculous stuff, choosing a game of beach volleyball over Pilates in the park any day.


Maybe not to far off, even if it in that case currently mostly feels like I'm a German shepherd locked in a too small cage...