There is an old Italian proverb that says the habit does not make the monk. And yet this sharp suit of code weaved to fit the size and shape of my thoughts makes me feel like I'm dressed to kill and thrill and excite and provoke on a perfect saturday night of the mind.
Maximum respect and an internet-wide thank you goes to Max Budicin for making this happen. His code is pure poetry encased in tags. CSS as crisp and clear as an Alpine stream. xHTML 1.0 stricter than a dungeon mistress.
Absolute love and desire to Marianna for dancing the dance of life with me: hers is the image of me that graces the top of this page.