2012.08.17
--via 22 words
[Writing and reading are] like singing on a boat during a terrible storm at sea. You can't stop the raging storm, but singing can change the hearts and spirits of the people who are together on that ship.
She is leaning on one arm on the back of my chair, her hips canted forward; her shirt rides up, showing a chevron of sleek tummy, a demure ring at the navel.
Coding around obscure and bizarro IE9 timing-related bug symptoms (like the guts of the page missing) by having page render as IE8. #FML