Millians, Inc.

Ah, memries memories. Found a bunch of old photos, including my high school senior year spring break shots, circa May 1986. Few people would actively document their abject foolishness, but I’m not a few people.

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.

Each year, the extended family gathers for forced family fun a party to pre-celebrate XMAS, as we all have our own issues families now. We got suckered into had the privilege of hosting this year.

Sometimes life throws you a curveball. Although we were very surprised to find out Mary was pregnant again, we were devastated to learn that the baby had severe neural tube defects and wouldn’t survive. After we lost the baby, we decided that a name would help with the grieving process: March Millians.

Our friends Charlie and Malinda Coulter had a memorial brick placed for March at SHARE Atlanta’s Angel Garden at Arlington Cemetery in Sandy Springs. My mom is buried very near there.

Roses are red.

Violets are blue.

We missed Christmas.

So this will have to do.

Mary kicked my ass narrowly beat me on the swim. I hit a rock going 33mph on the bike and went over the bars—totally wrecked my ride and had to walk it back in. I technically finished, but they DQ’d me. Rats.

Mary Eloise Masters and William Alexander Millians were married on November 11, 2000 in the Kellett Chapel of the Peachtree Presbyterian Church in Atlanta. The Rev. Deborah Conner officiated. A reception followed at the Piedmont Driving Club.

The bride is the daughter of Mr. and Mrs. Burt H. Masters of Marietta. The groom is the son of Mrs. Helen Green Millians and Dr. Frank Amis Millians Jr. of Atlanta.

The maid of honor was Ms. Carla Yvonne Lewis of Beverly Hills, California. Bridesmaids were Mrs. Ann Zeck Reid of Denver, Colorado; Ms. Denice Louise Gurbacki of Atlanta; Mrs. Stephani Ball Brown of Atlanta; and Ms. TIffany Jane Davenport of Chicago, Illinois. Mrs. Elizabeth Millians Diehl of Mobile, Alabama, and Mrs. Suzanne Sackleh Masters of St. Croix, United States Virgin Islands, served as honorary bridesmaids. Miss Margaret Helen Millians served as the flower girl.

The best man was Dr. Frank Amis Millians Jr., father of the groom. Groomsmen were Mr. David John Staas of Santa Barbara, California; Mr. Michael Willingham Masters of St. Croix, United States Virgin Islands; Mr. Morris Malvern Ewing Jr. of Atlanta; and Mr. Philip Warner Millians of Atlanta. Master Robert Foster Diehl III served as the ring bearer.

The bride is a graduate of Walton High School and The University of Georgia. She received a Master of Science in Healthcare Administration from Mercer University. She is a member of Alpha Omicron Pi sorority and is employed by QuadraMed Corporation as a project manager.

The groom is a graduate of The Lovett School and The University of Virginia. He received a Master of Science in Management from The Georgia Institute of Technology. He is a member of Delta Kappa Epsilon fraternity and is employed by Verprise Wireless Corporation as director of market development.

The couple honeymooned in the Society Islands and now resides in Atlanta.