[small] Yes, messing with text can be quite[/small] [HEADING=3]FUN![/HEADING]Suiseiseki IRL said:
Also a better thread for html code used here is this one
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Also a better thread for html code used here is this one
http://www.escapistmagazine.com/forums/markup_help.php
Today was one of those days, here's my long-ass story:
I was driving to Tucson, from the Phoenix area, to see my parents for the weekend. It's a two hour drive down the Interstate, no biggie. Anyway, I took my dog along with me, since he's due for his next parvo shot and his vet is in Tucson. The thing about my dog is he doesn't do well in cars if it gets too hot inside. He'll vomit. And oh, by the way, Tucson and Phoenix are in southern Arizona, which is a desert. It's almost summer now, so it's getting warm. I think you know where this is going.
So I'm driving down the Interstate, A/C full blast, and I'm about halfway to Tucson - all is well. Suddenly I notice that the A/C stops blowing cold (and I just had it replaced under warranty by the dealer two weeks ago.) So I fiddle with the controls, trying to adjust the temperature up or down, switching the A/C on and off. No effect. So I just leave the A/C on and roll the windows down. It was actually nice out, and I'm going 85mph, it should be OK, right?
This is one of the moments where I know that if there is a God, He hates me. As I'm exiting the Interstate into Tucson, I notice an awful burning smell. Shortly after that, I see the digital display on the A/C controls just shuts off. The A/C ducts are still blowing air, but I can't control them. I try turning the A/C on and off, and adjusting the fan speed, but nothing responds. Worse yet, the ducts start blowing out warm air.
At this point I know my dog has just become a ticking time bomb. I'm trying to get home as fast as I can, having given up on the A/C unit. The speed limit on the road home is 45mph, but thanks to Traffic(tm) and Idiot Drivers(tm), I'd be lucky to maintain 35mph. I hit every damn stoplight, got stuck behind every octogenarian driver making a ludicrously slow turn, got cut off by every idiot who decided to arbitrarily change lanes, and got held up by every smug hyper-miling hybrid driver. About five minutes from home, the inevitable happens: my dog pukes. Not anywhere easy to clean - of course - but right in the tiny crevice between the passenger seat and the center console, where you need hands the size of newborn baby's to reach and scrub. All along the side of the seat and console.
Alas, the story doesn't end there. I get home, and I let my dog out (along with my parents' two dogs) into the backyard to do his business. In the meantime, I'm contorting my hand in ways it was never meant to bend to clean out the dog vomit (which was mostly kibble with green bits of candle wax, if you must know.) Finished with that enjoyable task, I pop the hood to survey the carnage, but not before pulling the loosely hanging, broken, A/C belt out from under the front of the car. Turns out the A/C compressor clutch is (literally) toast, and in its quest for self-destruction, it managed to melt through and short out some of the A/C wiring, hence the dead control unit. More importantly, while I'm doing all this, my dog manages to fall in the swimming pool. He's still a puppy, and has never swam before, so in his desperation to get out he shredded the nails on his hind legs. Wore them down to the quick, unfortunately, so the slightest touch is painful to him.
We taped up his paw for now, but it's going to be fun getting chewed out by the vet tomorrow. Just my luck. That is all.
I was driving to Tucson, from the Phoenix area, to see my parents for the weekend. It's a two hour drive down the Interstate, no biggie. Anyway, I took my dog along with me, since he's due for his next parvo shot and his vet is in Tucson. The thing about my dog is he doesn't do well in cars if it gets too hot inside. He'll vomit. And oh, by the way, Tucson and Phoenix are in southern Arizona, which is a desert. It's almost summer now, so it's getting warm. I think you know where this is going.
So I'm driving down the Interstate, A/C full blast, and I'm about halfway to Tucson - all is well. Suddenly I notice that the A/C stops blowing cold (and I just had it replaced under warranty by the dealer two weeks ago.) So I fiddle with the controls, trying to adjust the temperature up or down, switching the A/C on and off. No effect. So I just leave the A/C on and roll the windows down. It was actually nice out, and I'm going 85mph, it should be OK, right?
This is one of the moments where I know that if there is a God, He hates me. As I'm exiting the Interstate into Tucson, I notice an awful burning smell. Shortly after that, I see the digital display on the A/C controls just shuts off. The A/C ducts are still blowing air, but I can't control them. I try turning the A/C on and off, and adjusting the fan speed, but nothing responds. Worse yet, the ducts start blowing out warm air.
At this point I know my dog has just become a ticking time bomb. I'm trying to get home as fast as I can, having given up on the A/C unit. The speed limit on the road home is 45mph, but thanks to Traffic(tm) and Idiot Drivers(tm), I'd be lucky to maintain 35mph. I hit every damn stoplight, got stuck behind every octogenarian driver making a ludicrously slow turn, got cut off by every idiot who decided to arbitrarily change lanes, and got held up by every smug hyper-miling hybrid driver. About five minutes from home, the inevitable happens: my dog pukes. Not anywhere easy to clean - of course - but right in the tiny crevice between the passenger seat and the center console, where you need hands the size of newborn baby's to reach and scrub. All along the side of the seat and console.
Alas, the story doesn't end there. I get home, and I let my dog out (along with my parents' two dogs) into the backyard to do his business. In the meantime, I'm contorting my hand in ways it was never meant to bend to clean out the dog vomit (which was mostly kibble with green bits of candle wax, if you must know.) Finished with that enjoyable task, I pop the hood to survey the carnage, but not before pulling the loosely hanging, broken, A/C belt out from under the front of the car. Turns out the A/C compressor clutch is (literally) toast, and in its quest for self-destruction, it managed to melt through and short out some of the A/C wiring, hence the dead control unit. More importantly, while I'm doing all this, my dog manages to fall in the swimming pool. He's still a puppy, and has never swam before, so in his desperation to get out he shredded the nails on his hind legs. Wore them down to the quick, unfortunately, so the slightest touch is painful to him.
We taped up his paw for now, but it's going to be fun getting chewed out by the vet tomorrow. Just my luck. That is all.
Its fine, there is no such thing as too much fun. Just dont get carried away with it, people here dont like it when you abuse the system.Suiseiseki IRL said:
You take out the = sign and the **Suiseiseki IRL said:
This is what I have done (minus the *'s). What am I doing wrong?
[*img]=http://www.animejanai.cl/medios/resenas/rozen_maiden/shinku.jpg[*/img]
Its easier if you go to a website, the highlight the pic and left click it, then go to properties and highlight the URL
Then Writte [IMG*][*/IMG] without the *, then just paste the url in there
Suiseiseki IRL said:
Ohh and bookmark that thread