Notices by Irina (irina@wandering.shop)

@GreenSkyOverMe Hm, this page finds *none* of the server-side includes. (If I copy the text of the SSI that points to the stylesheet into the page, it does find the stylesheet.) Even though other pages in the same folder at the same level with the exact same SSI pointers do. Could it be a permissions problem?

@GreenSkyOverMe YES IT WAS THAT, it needed the html file to be executable. Thank you for being my rubber duck!

All the pages of the church music website use the same server-side include to fetch the CSS etcetera. It works on each and every page except one. There's no difference in the HTML (I even copied the lines from another file to make sure it was the same). WTF?! (yes, advice welcome though mansplaining will get you blocked. It's all handwritten HTML and CSS, I don't use any tools.)

If only a hint *how* to find where the problem is. It looks (and indeed is) the same as all other pages, and should find the same boilerplate with the link to the CSS file.

@janneke @Eetschrijver Het is geen geheim hoor. Ik heb het al een tijdje geleden aangekondigd.

@JubalBarca @ktoddbrown @futurebird The rationale was "you'll need that in your job later" but now it's later and practically none of what they learned is still relevant, whereas the basics (which they didn't learn) of course still are.

@JubalBarca @ktoddbrown @futurebird When my kids had "digital lessons" in the late two thousand and zeros, it was more "windows for dummies" than anything else. What buttons to press rather than how things actually worked. (Grrr.)

Today it's indeed Sunday. I've washed the dishes (which I usually do on Sunday morning) and made pasta dough (which I don't usually do on Sunday morning but we're planning lamb-and-pork lasagna).

@mekkaokereke @TheBreadmonkey My uncle had a Rottweiler, and whenever we were visiting he made fun of me for being afraid of it. Once it lay under the table that I was sitting at, and growled every time I moved one muscle, and my uncle laughed every time. (Until my mother and aunt came back from wherever they'd been and rescued me).

Later, it bit my cousin, and was put down.

@Rasp I have to work with them (well, alongside of them) in the local ecumenical think-tank, and the actual guy doing it is okay, but I can't forget the horrible organization behind him.

@cstross also magnetic cards and punched paper tape. (Which came with paper correction tape and a one-hole punch. I got so good at it that I could spot the error by eye, as if it was a kind of Braille.)

@cstross @JetlagJen @davidtheeviloverlord Argh. I see the problem and sympathize.

@davidtheeviloverlord Can I softly whisper "LibreOffice" or do you need Word in particular? (It does export compatible .doc and .docx, tracking changes and all)

@cstross oh like the Naomi Kritzer story? ("So Much Cooking" iirc)

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@Polychrome Isn't it still a jacket?

Someone I told the story to suggested that the box was actually *from* the restaurant, and either the delivery guy misread that or the people sending him had put the wrong address in the box.

@cavyherd Nah, not that restaurant. The proprietor is a jerk who buys up every bit of nearby real estate and tries to turn public space into his private space, turns the music up the moment our lights go out so we often keep the downstairs lights on when we go to bed, also set his dog* on me once for laughs (and still laughs at me every time he and I meet in the street while he's walking said dog).

* the dog is cavy-sized, I could crush it under my heel, but a vicious growler while on a leash

@cavyherd I don't think the guy misread the address, I think he honestly thought it was [next street] because the situation is a bit confusing. But he might at least have read the nameplate on the door. And believed me when I said it wasn't for us.

Doorbell rings at 9pm on Saturday night. We're not expecting anyone but I open anyway in case it's someone confused about there not being Saturday night church services in summer.

It's a man with a huge black meal box.

Me: That's not for us.

Man: Yes it is!

Me: What's the address?

Man: There's no need to get angry!

Me: WHAT.IS.THE.ADDRESS?

Man: Hey, calm down!

Me: What is the ADDRESS on the BOX?

Finally, he reads. Next Street, same number.

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