Things I’m better at than attempting to learn cascading style sheets so I can redo this site on a new host with new software:

Watching West Wing reruns on Bravo

Hanging out in a bar that has a piano with microphones on it, which is known by all the locals--it’s not unusual when a pot-bellied, 40-year old man walks in, sits down, and starts singing Andrew Sisters songs (with a beautiful voice, no less)

Looking at furniture catalogs and slobbering

Beating myself about the head with a croquet mallet

I can tell that I’m on the verge of dreaming about CSS.  And I can tell that the dreams are going to be scary.  If you’re a professional coder, you tend to dream in code; lines of binary stream down before you just like the green torrents that begin the Matrix movies.

In my case?  I’ll dream of running for my life while a 10-foot Sasquatch with the head of Ethel Merman comes bounding after me.  The creature will tackle me, sit on my chest, and snarl “You’re not going anywhere until you learn the difference between a class selector and an ID selector.”