I feel like singing something Doctor Suessish:
- "Oh, the fun you will have
When you code up a style
And your friends' screens explode;
Boy, then try to smile!"
Or perhaps a limerick:
- "A Web-whacker hight Diplodonicus
Promised styles to amaze and astonish us.
But when the pages he drew
Were an unrelieved blue,
His smile became
And that just about blew my creativity diode for the day.
What it's about is fighting with
Perfectionist though I may be (although I doubt you'd ever be able to tell from my office at home), this is one of those all-too-numerous cases in which "right" is going to have to wait upon "good enough." I'll twiddle the styles until it looks the way I want it to do, and maybe some year I'll come back and do the styles right.
And, as usual, my perfectionism means that the scripts are too prototypical to show anybody; I'm too ashamed of their hacky kludgery. But perhaps one day..