Code Alert

It seems the only way to be com­ple­tely “Valid XHTML 1.0 Strict” is to find some strip­ped down tem­plate, remove every wid­get and everything in the wid­get, put them back one by after remo­ving all the non-validating code ( for me that was everything ).

I really didn’t have time to play with it as much as I would have liked, I have too much rea­ding to do, so I will con­ti­nue tomorrow.

So far I know the “blo­glog wid­get” had to go; it made quite a mess of the code; it was pretty ugly any­way, so no big deal there.

The only things left here are the things I’ve already tes­ted and chan­ged. I’ll work on get­ting the rest back tomo­rrow. Even­tually I’ll put a few the­mes in the theme switcher for those of you who get bored easily, they most likely won’t be XHTML 1.0 Strict, and now that I rea­li­zed they should be it will bug me not to have it so.

I like white teeth, clean toe­nails and I like to pass those vali­da­tion tests.

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9 Comments

  • I have been trying to com­ment for a bit but could not get in! Aarrgh!

    I am sorry to hear of your tem­plate woes and trou­bles! May it work out soon but I, for one, am thank­ful that your words are here to stay!!!

    So here are my thoughts on this and that…

    Nazanin’s case is something we have follo­wed from the begin­ning… the sad thing is that her story is one of waaaay too many and hers got told, which is a bles­sing, but to know any Ira­nian from Iran is to have a link to many Naza­nins… it is a ridi­cu­lous sys­tem, it is a ridi­cu­lous world and it is utter and abso­lute shit and it simply makes my blood boil and my soul ache…

    I got Emily’s email too… it was heart­brea­king and though I am sel­fishly glad to have her back I wish it would have been under bet­ter circumstances…

    Life makes no sense some­ti­mes and we can just take it all a day at a time and hope for the best and not crum­ble to the crap that it dishes out so we can keep figh­ting the fight for our­sel­ves and in the name of those who cannot…

    Besos to you my friend!

  • Uh, good luck with that, wha­te­ver it was about.
    If you want the Doo-Doos for wha­te­ver equally mys­te­rious rea­sons, please send a mai­ling address to my e-mail.
    Tx.

  • Sheesh. No won­der you don’t sleep nights (apart from the “patriarchy” fac­tor, of course :P ). I had to goo­gle this, not least because the last time I hac­ked my own code was before you were born (well, almost). What’cha gonna do when they release XHTML 2.0? For­get anth­ro­po­logy and go into pro­gram­ming? ;)

  • Agreed on making sure everything is in order. Agreed. Agreed. Agreed.

    Does that make us per­fec­tio­nists? I sub­mit it simply means that we care enough to do our very best in everything.

  • This looks nice, but I miss your car­toon face.

  • web design codes are beyond my ken. I can’t even get a sim­ple button-link set up. So, no mat­ter what you do, I am awed.

  • Do what, now?

  • Mizzy B: One day at a time.

    weirsdo: uh, you mean like my real mai­ling address? lol

    OC: I sleep very little when in school although I hope to sleep more this term; it cer­tainly doesn’t keep me up, but I tend to play with it in bet­ween rea­ding and wha­te­ver else I have to do. Kind of like a ciga­rette break.

    Dan: I know, my penchant for order will never end.

    jacob: she may be back if I can get her code vali­da­ted although this is nice a rest­ful for now.

    coyote: This isn’t even web site code this is just the code in the side bar. If I have a tem­plate that doesn’t vali­date I can’t use them because I don’t do the work to make them I use other peo­ples tem­pla­tes, and couldn’t even ima­gine the time it would take to fix that.

    Doug: Ever­yone should be vali­da­ted. In every way not just here. ;)

  • I would read you even if you fai­led all your validations.

    You for­got one thing.

    “I don’t care for blonds, even if they have nice teeth and good toe­nail maintenance.”

    The good old dead-journal / live-journal days, when no one cared about vali­da­tion of any kind.