Last night I forced myself to go to bed rather than stay up trying to solve a CSS thing, and then I dreamt about analyzing the way people were arranged on a street based upon their margins and alignment.
The unsupported use case of Bix Frankonis’ disordered, surplus, mediocre midlife in St. Johns, Oregon.
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Rules: no fear, no hate, no thoughtless bullshit, and no nazis.
Last night I forced myself to go to bed rather than stay up trying to solve a CSS thing, and then I dreamt about analyzing the way people were arranged on a street based upon their margins and alignment.