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Long story short…. there were things that broke with the old theme when we moved hosts and upgraded the WordPress install. I spent some time ironing out a few of the bugs but don’t have the skillz to fix them all so we were living with them until I accidentally stumbled upon this theme. Still have a few formatting things to address but it’s getting there.
End of story
How about that refusing to make water boarding illegal ‘eh? Makes it really easy for an entire nation to say “What you looking it? We ain’t breaking the law.”
– whatever helps them cuddle up to their governments inhumanity I guess.
“How about that refusing to make water boarding illegal ‘eh?”
I heard it on the news. It doesn’t surprise me in the least. Waterboarding is something they find useful. Actually, the quote I heard was that they “need” it, because without it, they can’t get the information they need to keep the war going.
James, don’t get Stageleft started on that. “Storm? You call THIS a STORM? Why, I mind the great Blizzard of ‘32. We wuz just by Dawson, my mule Jake and me, and…”
We’ve been listening to him for four days now. Lily is starting to toy with her jade-handled obsidian ulu in a most disturbing fashion.
Pft…. the storm of ‘32 was a big one for sure, but it didn’t hold a candle to the big one of ‘81…. I ‘member I was living in a tiny Arctic hamlet on the western shore of Hudson Bay when it blew in and the community was essentially house bound for 3 days straight. After it was over with I was able to get out of the house through a porch window on the lee side of the house (tried the door but was met with a wall of snow) and shoveled the Mrs and the cat out afore they went stir crazy then got the store open so folks could restock their cupboards and such….. on towards evening I climbed the snowbank and shoveled the upper story windows out to let a bit ‘o light in…. didn’t go down too far though, them old Hundsons Bay Co. houses had been around for a while before proper insulation had been invented and snow is a darned good insulator…. true story folks, I got pictures to back it up ’round here somewhere….. just a minute and I’ll find ‘em for ya…….
PS: Don’t know why you guys don’t like these stories, why I remember back in the winter of ‘78 during the big……………
Pffft. I remember the winter of ‘02. So cold our words would freeze in midair and we had to carry them inside in lumps and thaw them out so we could figger out what the hell we were talking about.
Actually, I think I remember going to Baker Lake AFTER the 81 storm. ALL the houses were completely buried, and we were walking around town at rooftop heights, while people dug down into their houses. The weirdest thing was the dogholes. Dogs, some sheltered and some just tied, would keep burrowing to the surface during the storm, and you had all these small, black holes in the snow all over town, with a dog nine feet down at the bottom. That was strange.
I think the major kudos should go to the theme developer, I’m still tweaking a few things that I didn’t like but the general layout and concept belongs to someone else.
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Designed by Gabfire slightly modified by stageleft
Oooh! I prefer this design. Also, it remembers me! Nice.
Whoa! Who left the door unlocked so the Queer Eye guys could re-arrange the furniture?
I suggest you find a lock before August, or you’ll find yourselves overflowing with zucchini…
Long story short…. there were things that broke with the old theme when we moved hosts and upgraded the WordPress install. I spent some time ironing out a few of the bugs but don’t have the skillz to fix them all so we were living with them until I accidentally stumbled upon this theme. Still have a few formatting things to address but it’s getting there.
End of story
How about that refusing to make water boarding illegal ‘eh? Makes it really easy for an entire nation to say “What you looking it? We ain’t breaking the law.”
– whatever helps them cuddle up to their governments inhumanity I guess.
“How about that refusing to make water boarding illegal ‘eh?”
I heard it on the news. It doesn’t surprise me in the least. Waterboarding is something they find useful. Actually, the quote I heard was that they “need” it, because without it, they can’t get the information they need to keep the war going.
So, off topic, but: did you guys do it? Did you break the snowfall record? Did you survive the winter of the century?
James, don’t get Stageleft started on that. “Storm? You call THIS a STORM? Why, I mind the great Blizzard of ‘32. We wuz just by Dawson, my mule Jake and me, and…”
We’ve been listening to him for four days now. Lily is starting to toy with her jade-handled obsidian ulu in a most disturbing fashion.
Pft…. the storm of ‘32 was a big one for sure, but it didn’t hold a candle to the big one of ‘81…. I ‘member I was living in a tiny Arctic hamlet on the western shore of Hudson Bay when it blew in and the community was essentially house bound for 3 days straight. After it was over with I was able to get out of the house through a porch window on the lee side of the house (tried the door but was met with a wall of snow) and shoveled the Mrs and the cat out afore they went stir crazy then got the store open so folks could restock their cupboards and such….. on towards evening I climbed the snowbank and shoveled the upper story windows out to let a bit ‘o light in…. didn’t go down too far though, them old Hundsons Bay Co. houses had been around for a while before proper insulation had been invented and snow is a darned good insulator…. true story folks, I got pictures to back it up ’round here somewhere….. just a minute and I’ll find ‘em for ya…….
PS: Don’t know why you guys don’t like these stories, why I remember back in the winter of ‘78 during the big……………
Pffft. I remember the winter of ‘02. So cold our words would freeze in midair and we had to carry them inside in lumps and thaw them out so we could figger out what the hell we were talking about.
Actually, I think I remember going to Baker Lake AFTER the 81 storm. ALL the houses were completely buried, and we were walking around town at rooftop heights, while people dug down into their houses. The weirdest thing was the dogholes. Dogs, some sheltered and some just tied, would keep burrowing to the surface during the storm, and you had all these small, black holes in the snow all over town, with a dog nine feet down at the bottom. That was strange.
Kudos on the re-design. Very slick. Good job!
I think the major kudos should go to the theme developer, I’m still tweaking a few things that I didn’t like but the general layout and concept belongs to someone else.