Well, got the upgrade to IE8.

…and as I expected, half the web is broken now. Good thing for me, I only use IE for testing my sites. I mostly use Firefox for my own browsing, like most web designers.

Microsoft was really in a no-win situation (granted, of their own making) with IE8’s rendering engine, so I’m not going to curse at them too much (no promises on whether or not I’ll curse at the browser itself). I’m working on finding the necessary css hacks and javascript changes for making things work again. My own sites mostly just seem to have positioning problems for a few elements, luckily, but I’ll include whatever I find that is still valid css in my css hacks reference section. As always, that’s mostly for my own reference but you’re welcome to use anything you find there.

One shining light: there might actually finally be a way to test your pages in IE6, IE7 and IE8 without having to resort to registry hacks or incomplete rendering engines. Microsoft Expression Web SuperPreview claims to let you view in IE6 and whatever version of IE you have installed (since IE8 includes an IE7 viewing mode, both IE7 and IE8 are available).

I just downloaded it. I’ll post my impressions after I try it out.

project deliverable browser test inprog table template

<table>
          <tr>
            <th>Page</th>
            <th algin=right>Tested in:</th>
            <th>FF</th>
            <th>IE6</th>
            <th>IE7</th>
            <th>IE8Norm</th>
            <th>IE8Comp</th>
            <th>IE8asIE7</th>
            <th>Safari</th>
            <th>Opera</th>
            <th>Chrome</th>
          </tr>
          <tr class=notstart>
            <td colspan=2>Page name</td>
            <td></td>
            <td></td>
            <td></td>
            <td></td>
            <td></td>
            <td></td>
            <td></td>
            <td></td>
            <td></td>
          </tr>
        </table>

Flower

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To Do cover page

To Do Cover Page

A Spot of Trouble, part 2

Neither of us is going to clear the rocks.

I am young. It’s my birthday. I am sitting in front of a tent. There is no cake, no candles. My father hands me a small horse he carved from driftwood on Southshore’s beach. He has nothing to wrap it with, so he wraps his arms around me instead. I don’t understand what is happening, only that he is sad.

My mother jumps to her feet, her hands on her daggers. “Run,” she says quietly without looking down at us.

“THOK MOG THOK!” I hear behind us. My father is carrying me and I watch over his shoulder, the scary green men, and my mother and the others, fighting, and getting smaller in the distance. I do not understand what is happening.

Sinewy arms wrap around me. Needle-sharp tusks bob toward my eyes as we each struggle to be the last to hit the ground. We are falling.

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