Well lookie what we’ve found in one of Microsoft’s CSS files.


/* fix for the IE 1px-off margin error */
* html .StupidIEMarginHack
{
margin-right: 1px;
}


Seems like even the Microsoft web developers know that they’re dealing with a broken product! Brought to you by the Opera browser and ch1×0r.

So we’re down here in Nashville for the weekend, and I see Johnny Cash’s face everywhere. The entire town is in Cash-in mode (pun intended) now that he’s dead. It upsets me a bit, but I realize that he doesn’t care.

I saw Johnny and June play live once in Atlanta, and it was magical. He’s been my hero since I was sixteen listening to Folsom Prison on a $10 second hand record player. Idon’t own a lot of vinyl, but I’ve got two copies of Folsom. “Grey Stone Chapel,” oh man, brother.

And it makes me cry with joy to think that I’m going to meet him someday.

There’s an unusually strong batch of heroin being distributed in St Louis right now. No one has microscoped a sample of it yet, but there are three deaths that I’ve heard of. Since it seems to be all the same batch it could be pure, or it could have a poisonous cutting substance inside of it.

Don’t touch it.

There once was a bar
Named O’Reilly, St Louis
Their door is now mine

There’s a bar in St Louis named M.P O’Reilly’s. It was large, it was cheap, and it was in the Central West End (before they moved down to Manchester). The old spot had a lot of memories for the restaurant crew in the neighborhood, and a lot of my friends worked there at times. Currently, the old location is being gutted for a chain bar and grill named Bar Louie to come in.

See, when I moved into my current apartment it was great: Four times the size of my previous studio, lots of big windows, and a kitchen with working appliances. There was one very strange drawback, however… I didn’t have a bathroom door. No one knew where the door had gone, but I lived alone and it wasn’t high on my priority list. I hung up a curtain for any guests that might call and marked it done

Luckily for my bathroom, the Bar Louis crews ripped out and discarded the M.P. O’Reilly’s mens room door, and I pulled a 3AM ninja raid to liberate it from their dumpster. This is a solid core door that’s been lovingly abused. The heavy brass handles and kickplates look like they’re a hundred years old from all the undergrad students beating them over the last fifteen years.

The door had an automatic closer stuck to the back of it, and I decided to go ahead and install that in my bathroom as well. Since my doorway was 28″, and this door was 31″ I decided to side hang it with the closer to keep it held flush. The door feels more like a display piece, or a monument, hung outside of the frame. I’m actually thinking of it as more of a floating section of wall.

I don’t know how most people feel about architectural salvage, but I think that the history in the piece makes it just that much cooler.

February 28th was my 40th day without a cigarette. It’s gone so well I’ve decided to give it up for another 40 days for Lent.

Honestly though, I’ve been trying to come up with something that I’d give up for Lent, and I think that it’ll be carbonated beverages (alcoholic and non). It’ll be hard enough to give them up for forty days, but if Jesus can fast for a month and ten then I can give up CO2 for a bit.

I posted this little monstrosity up on eBay wondering who in their right mind would buy it.

It was sent to my boss by Drew Estate since he’s been a wholesaler for them for the last ten years. I hope that some tobacciana collector can appreciate the piece as it’s 100% too ugly to go in my house.