This is not really gold (chemical symbol Au) nor is it dense, heavy, yellow-metal, malleable, exchanged for value, or any of that normal gold stuff. This would not be your normal gold, then, if you have any. (lucky you, if you do, i guess).
Whatever makes it happen, the lure to learn drew me into something called Scalable Vector Graphic (SVG) and after some tinkering around and using the examples from which the learning came (some intentionally given as lessons, and some given as examples that were not called lessons by their givers, yet the learning happened just the same), the following (still picture captured) image was made possible. (03:18 3/8/2008 page-split added)However, this seemingly meaningless image is more meaningful at the other place, which was started last year (or earlier) and is probably not what will be the development area for future projects, if any. This is due to a request from someone to give assistance in making “the web site” for them, which is a start-from-scratch opportunity. Not enough time to do both things will be available, obviously.
Thus, this would be one of those My One Last Effort (MOLE)™ attempts which will (no doubt) result in extermination of the varmint-idea started by the corrupted and totally over-educated hillbilly (yers truly, posssibly aka cat-o-eh!).
SO TO END ALL THIS WORDINESS, HERE IS THE SNAPSHOT, THE LINK TO THE SOON-TO-LIE-FALLOW WEB PAGE (WITH SVG) ALONG WITH ANOTHER WORDPRESS™ BLOG (like this one but more independently weird) AND ALL THAT (you really need to do this to be happier) FOR YOU AND ALL YOUR FRIENDS ON THE INTERNET (like anyone who needs glasses to read this, eh, Audrey?):
SVG demo page
SVG file (standalone)
oh, sometimes (mostly) things never line up, for two searching hearts, as in this:
Mirrors may feel larger when fragmented. Click to get right-sized, and un-ripped-looking:
Don’t you want some inanimate objects to love?
personally, the personal part of life is my preference, and the pretty whistles are certainly no exception, so anyone who may know why any wind blows the same way twice, it’s more than I’ve ever handled.
Here it was, for anyone who knew who Marian was: I should mention this was previously posted elsewhere, but I have chosen not to reveal the mysterious other end of this unconncected tranmission…
Did it for the experience, didn’t I?