Millians, Inc.

Okay, at the request of hundreds dozens one of you, I have implemented a tag hack to create the concept of “favorite” posts in Tumblr. At the bottom of each page, where the now-floating navigation section is, you’ll see a new link for Favorites, which when clicked will show you our my favorite posts.

How did I do it? Glad you asked. Since I am using Tumblr tags to create logically grouped post categories (photos, music, etc.), I normally assign one—and only one—tag to a post. That said, I created a new tag (“favorite”) that I use for, well, my favorites. Since my layout stylistically breaks if you have more than one tag assigned to a post, I used the old CSS First Child Pseudo Selector trick to hide a second (and third, fourth, etc.) tag in the layout. So, a post can be tagged as “photo” and “favorite” but only “photo” will show. Genius, you say? I know.

Sorry, Internet Explorer 6.0 and older peeps. You don’t get to play—your layout will be all wonky. You can always join us in the 21st century, though.

If she were a dog. That’s 3 in precocious child years. We had a princess party at a local coffee bar. I kept telling Mary that kids these days don’t drink coffee, but she wouldn’t listen.

Anywho, a good time was had by all, except for the two high school kids who had to dress up as Sir Lancelot and Elaine of Carbonek and wrangle a bunch of 3 year olds hopped up on espresso. On the plus side, if they work the early bird shift at Medieval Times, that’s one less costume change.

Search is back. Using the Tumblr code, with some JS/CSS that doesn’t appear to work in Firefox. Meh. And yes, my code is dumb enough to search for “Search for…” if you click “Search” before entering a search string. Double meh. 

Okay, I redid the layout and the CSS and nuked the search function, since (1) it stopped working with the latest Tumblr rollout and (2) Tumblr is rolling out their own search engine, which I will one day use. One day.

Date grouping is still wonky—it goes in chronological order, so the entire day is shot to hell, so to speak. Click on a date to the left right of a post, and the posts go oldest-to-newest. Meh.

Tags are now to the right left of each post: text, photo, art, music, quote, etc. Clicking on a tag will show all posts tagged as such. For example, if you just care about photos, click on a PHOTO tag, and voila, only photos. It’s just that easy.

Also, in order to remain married, I deleted all the inline music videos and replaced them with a weekly post of music I’m listening to…how Muxtape of me, save for the nasty RIAA lawsuit. Anywho, this satisfies my “I should have been a program director for a cool, yet highly unprofitable, radio station” craving, which I believe is somewhere towards the base of Maslow’s Hierarchy of Needs. Your mileage may vary.

As always, suggestions and comments—though welcomed—will be ignored.

UPDATE: Added -moz-border-radius and -webkit-border-radius for bitchin curved borders on some elements. Sorry, Internet Explorer peeps—it’s all squaresville for you. One day, maybe IE666, you’ll get the CSS3 border radius love.

Found some things from Mary’s sordid mysterious happy past. Not many photos, but I worked with what I had. Naturally, I’m an equal opportunity embarasser.

Time for some pictures—I’ve been busy lamenting scanning my past, and this is what I have to show for it so far. More embarrassment to come, I’m sure.

Olivia is really cranking out the art these days, so in an effort to clean up the mess on the fridge help build her self-esteem, I told her that wealthy collectors had purchased everything.

Pop turns 80 this Monday, so the entire Millians clan got together to air our grievances celebrate this weekend. And by that, I mean we celebrated this weekend. Odd, ‘cause it was dad’s birthday, but weekends need celebrating too, I guess. At the very least, we probably should have celebrated this weekend *and* my dad’s birthday, but, well, that ship has sailed. Personally, I blame my sister, the organizer.

As part of celebrating this weekend, we invaded not one, but two, restaurants, and had photo fun to boot. Lucky for us, the heat index was a balmy 117. This weekend had a great time.

Happy birthday to me, happy birthday to me, happy birthday, dear Sheldon Alex!

I tried to find a baby birthday photo of myself to post, but my family failed to document my early life, thus plunging me into a lifelong depression of bottomless despair I must have misplaced that photo album. Below is the only birthday-related photo I could find—judging by the paucity of lumens, historians agree that this pic was likely taken in 1977, during the Great Candle Depression.

The first annual Chastain Park 4th of July Random 500 Yard Walk Parade was this morning. We met up with Mary’s brother’s family and decorated bikes, trikes and strollers. And by that, Messrs. Strunk and White, I mean we literally met up with decorated bikes, trikes and strollers.

Olivia managed to crash her trike in the first 3 minutes—Mary got it on tape. Schweet. Piper slept the whole time. A good time was had by all.

Well, hungry artist sale. But she just ate an entire bag of cookies nutritious vegetables. How can she be hungry?!?

Included are two recently recovered works—long thought lost to the ages—from Olivia’s Whoa is Me period, circa February 2008. 

We’re going to be randomly adding “old” content to the site over the next few days weeks months years.

We’re still tweaking the layout and navigation, so consider this beta at best. And for the love of Buddha, please don’t point out that the CSS and markup are all wonky—I am still learning the ins-and-outs of Tumblr. At least I finally got the bitchin search script from John Resig working. Cool beans.

As always, gracias to Clare for the pics. She seems to possess the unique ability to highlight both thinning hair and double chins.

Olivia started camp this week. Schweet. And camp means art. Lots and lots of art. Lots and lots, I say.

Ooof. Freaking hot. Still, there’s nothing like spending 45 minutes in 90 degree heat finding an illegal parking spot so you can watch your daughter run 25 feet with fifty other 2 years olds. Good times.