Internet Explorer is like "that guy" at your party. You and your friends are all having a great time, talking about the best D&D character you ever rolled up or this epic bike jump you did this one time, man you shoulda seen it, and everyone is grokking. Then there's "that guy". He's a friend of a friend or something and by the looks of him he's had a bit too much. Belligerent? Of course, but the worst thing about him is that he just doesn't get it, you know? He laughs at the wrong times, constantly quotes "Friends", doesn't interpret CSS correctly. Stuff like that.

Ah well. I'll keep trying.

Went skiing again today. Heck yes! Skiing is one of those activities that allows us the grace and freedom we're normally denied (unless you suck). Looking for that weightless, thoughtless moment that comes between turns; falling in rhythm without landing. I love it.

I keep looking up at those chutes above the lifts and wishing they'd open, though. Just a little more snow.