Welcome to the public web log of Fred Lambuth
The updates are fast and furious these past few days. They’ve all been mostly templating work, which is the easiest section to test. Well, except for testing to see how they will look on a vertically aligned display, like a phone. When my site’s pages do look good on a phone it is an accident.
I’ve somewhat put myself in a position I was a week or so ago when I complained about having CSS styles and sheets conflicting with one another, causing some very hard to troubleshool positioning issues. That CSS/JS package I hacked up and applied to my homepage and about_me section uses elements larger than a single div. It has sections, and when I slice out a div I like from one of those sections and place it in another I get unexpected results until I find their root conflict. Usually I don’t find it, so I usually write my own HTML around my specific design problems.
A guilty pleasure of mine is to vacantly watch 90s sitcoms. They were a comfort to me when I was living in another country. They provided a window in the USA I left, and they still do now, but the dimension of observation is time, and not geography.
Frasier used to be my go-to series to fill the silence of an empty living room. That was until I finally squeezed in as much comfort as I could, removing any element of surprise to me for any era of its +10 season run. I moved over to King of The HIl.
As a kid I liked it all right. It was a warm sympathetic look to a Texas I missed, but it was no The Simpsons, or Family Guy a little later. I had not seen a first season episode in decades and it is now a treasure trove of full belly laughs. It is wacky now that I am about Hank’s age. I have met so many Hanks, even in 2023. I’ve met so many Dales. The conspiracy de jour was rallying behind Ruby Ridge victims against the NWO, but I think that pairs up well with today's conspiracy rhetoric among Jan 6th supporters against the ‘deep state’.
Bill really got demolished in stature throughout the season. I forgot in the first he was a fat, sad, lonely Army barber yet every now and then put in a clever quip, demonstrating some intelligence behind his slobben drunkenness.