Уже писал: возможно, Вы просто не обратили внимания :) : При нажатии кнопок "Цвет" и "Размер", список цветов и шрифтов появляется правее правой границы сообщений. IE 6.0.
Мелкая придирка: на кнопках "ЦВЕТ" "РАЗМЕР" "ССЫЛКА" "КАРТИНКА" сделать бы надписи не заглавными буквами: чтобы было как на "Посмотреть" :)
И еще, Владимир: Вы твердо уверены, что кнопка "Отправить комментарий" должна быть большой и жирной? ;0
Пытаюсь изменить данные на своей страничке. Говорит: "Неправильное имя. Имя должно начинаться с буквы. Допустимы латинские или русские буквы и цифры." Хотя я имя не изменял. Уж куда же еще "с буквы"-то? :)
кажется это была ошибка относящаяся к ДОМЕННОМУ имени. кое-что поправил, попробуйте еще раз
Уже писал: возможно, Вы просто не обратили внимания [улыбка] : При нажатии кнопок "Цвет" и "Размер", список цветов и шрифтов появляется правее правой границы сообщений. IE 6.0.
из-за злостного оффтопа часто пропускаю. теперь заметил. просто я в ФФ сижу и не все и не всегда тестирую в ИЕ. ща буду разбираться.
можно их вообще не кнопками сделать, а просто текстом
Возможно, будет даже лучше: оформить, как сейчас сделаны "ответить | цитировать | цитировать выделенно". Может тогда, заодно, и названия поменять на более осмысленные: "Цвет шрифта", "Размер шрифта", "Вставить ссылку", "Вставить картинку" ?
- Occupation? - Stand up philosopher. - What? - Stand up philosopher. I coalesce the vapors of human existence into a viable and meaningful comprehension. - Oh, a bullshit artist! (C)
Memorable quotes for History of the World: Part I (1981) advertisement * photos * board * trailer * details Auctioneer: Where are you from? Josephus: Ethiopia Auctioneer: What part? Josephus: 125th Street. Count de Monet: Don't get saucy with me, Bernaise. Dole Office Clerk: Occupation? Comicus: Stand-up philosopher. Dole Office Clerk: What? Comicus: Stand-up philosopher. I coalesce the vapors of human existence into a viable and meaningful comprehension. Dole Office Clerk: Oh, a *bullshit* artist! Comicus: Hmmmmmm... Dole Office Clerk: Did you bullshit last week? Comicus: No. Dole Office Clerk: Did you try to bullshit last week? Comicus: Yes! Jew #1: I was sittin' flickin' chickens / and going through the pickins' / When suddenly these goys break down my walls / I did not even know them / and they grab me by the scrotum / And stated playing ping-pong with my balls / Oy the agony / Ooh the shame / To make your privates public for a game! [Rimbaud's father has been thrown in prison for making an offhand remark at a party] King Louis XVI: What did he say? Mademoiselle Rimbaud: He said, "the poor ain't so bad." King Louis XVI: [shocked] What a thing to say! "The poor ain't so bad!" Huh, you're lucky he's still alive! [while disguised as King Louis, Jacques agrees to release Mademoiselle Rimbaud's father] Jacques: [searching the forms in Louis's desk] Execution, Execution, Execution, Execution, Execution... tough guy. Jacques: Don't cry, my dear. I may not have been born a king, I may not have lived like a king. But at least I can die like a king. [He strides to the guillotine with dignity] Executioner: Your Majesty, do you require a blindfold? Jacques: None. Executioner: Have you any last request? Jacques: None. Executioner: Test the guillotine! [Another executioner triggers the guillotine; the blade comes down and chops the head off a wooden dummy] Jacques: *Holy shit!* Uh, wait! Wait! Last request, I have a last request! Executioner: What is your last request? Jacques: Uh, novocaine. [the executioners confer] Executioner: There's no such thing known to medical science! Jacques: I'll wait! King Louis XVI: aawwww, now there's a naughty bit ah' crumpet Jew #2: I was sitting in a temple, I was minding my own business, I was listening to a lovely Hebrew mass, Then these papist persons plunge in, And they throw me in the dungeon, And they shove a red hot poker up my ass, Is that considerate? Is that polite? And not a tube of preparation H in sight! Count de Monet: Where is the King? Gerard: Playing chess. Bearnaise: Chess! I hate chess! Bearnaise: Pardon! Pardon! Pardon! Count de Monet: Yes? Bearnaise: You are pissing on my shoe. Empress Nympho: Say Bob, do I have any openings that this man might fit? Crowd: Whooooaaaaaaa! Bob: Well, we could use another wine steward. Josephus: Hey, I got a great corkscrew. Crowd: Whoooaaaaaaa! Josephus: Damn, this a hip crowd! Marcus Vindictus: Don't you know your right flank from your left flank? Captain Mucus: I'm sorry sir, I flunked flank. Marcus Vindictus: You flunked flank? Get the flunk out of here! Oedipus: [walking around collecting donations] Give to Oedipus! Give to Oedipus! Hey Josephus! Josephus: Hey, motherfucker! Swiftus: Oh you are nuts. N-V-T-S - nuts! Madame DeFarge: We are so poor, we do not even have a language! Just this stupid accent! Fellow Revolutionist: She's right, she's right! We all talk like Maurice Chevalier! [impersonates the Chevalier laugh] Fellow Revolutionist: Au-haw-haw. Crowd: Au-haw-haw. Empress Nympho: [to her litter bearers] Could you *please* step on the same foot at the same time! My tits are falling off! Empress Nympho: Virgins, put on your "no entry" signs! We are about to confront... guys! Narrator: And of course, with the birth of the artist came the inevitable afterbirth - the critic. Marcus Vindictus: What bait must I use to catch your love? I am your servant. Empress Nympho: Ah, but the servant waits, while the master baits. Comicus: The Christians are so poor... Swiftus: How poor are they? Comicus: Thank you. They are so poor... That they only have one God. [drumbeat, everyone laughs] Comicus: But we Romans are rich. We've got a lot of gods. We've got a god for everything. The only thing we don't have a god for is premature ejaculation... but I hear that's coming quickly. [Condemned for offending Emperor Ceaser with his stand-up routine] Comicus: Boy, when you die at the palace, you really DIE at the palace! Count de Monet: It is said that the people are revolting. King Louis XVI: You said it! They stink on ice! Plumbing Salesman: Pipe the shit right out of your house! Plumbing! Plumbing, here! Leader of Senate: All fellow members of the Roman senate hear me. Shall we continue to build palace after palace for the rich? Or shall we aspire to a more noble purpose and build decent housing for the poor? How does the senate vote? Entire Senate: FUCK THE POOR! Count de Monet: My Lord, you look just like the piss-boy! King Louis XVI: And you look like a bucket of shit! Insolent Flunky: Count da money. Count de Monet: de Monet! Mo - nay! Say it with me, Mo - nay! Dole Office Clerk: [to a gladiator] Now listen this is your last week of unemployment insurance, either you kill somebody next week or we're going to have to change your status. Miriam: Miracle! Oh, what a beautiful name! What's yours? Comicus: Miracle. Uh, Comicus. I'm a stand-up philosopher. Miriam: Oh, I'm Miriam, I'm a vestal virgin. Comicus: I'm really sorry to hear that. Narrator: See; Hitler on Ice! Chief Monk: Torquemada - do not beg him for mercy. Torquemada - do not ask him for forgiveness. Let's face it - you can't Torquemada anything! Dole Office Clerk: I'm sorry, I'm on my wine break. Emperor Nero: Wash this! King Louis XVI: [sniffs cocaine into each nostril] Everything's so green. Bearnaise: I don't like your cuffs!... I don't like your cuffs! I don't like your cuffs! A man's cuffs should be even with the tip of his 'pee-pee'. Yours are all the way down to your balls! Count de Monet: At least I have them! Bearnaise: Bitch! Monsieur Rimbaud: [falls flat on face] What fool put a carpet on the wall? Roman Officer: Seize him! Josephus: [grabs crotch] Seize *this*, honkus! Roman Officer: Do you know the penalty for a slave that strikes a Roman citizen? [people in the crowd raise hands enthusiastically] Roman Officer: Ok, you. You had your hand up first. Man in crowd: Death by torture! Roman Officer: No. You. Man in crowd: Crucifixion! Roman Officer: No. You. Man in crowd: They shove a living snake up your ass! Roman Officer: Ah, no... but that's very creative. King Louis XVI: Knight jumps queen! Bishop jumps queen! Pawns jump queen! *Gangbang*! Poppinjay: [muffled in to megaphone] Pawn threatens bishop. King Louis XVI: What the hell did you just say? Poppinjay: [turning to King Louis XVI without removing the megaphone] Pawn threatens bishop. Judas: No. No. Leave us alone! Comicus: All right, all right! Jesus! Jesus: Yes. Comicus: What? Jesus: What? Comicus: What? Jesus: Yes. Comicus: Jesus! Jesus: Yes. Comicus: What? Jesus: What? Comicus: You said what. Jesus: Yes. Comicus: Nothing. Moses: The Lord, the Lord Jehovah has given unto you these fifteen... [drops one of the tablets] Moses: Oy! Ten! Ten commandments for all to obey! Jaques: Josephus! How did you get here from the Roman Empire? Josephus: Don't be square, mon cher! Movies is magic! Josephus: Do not fear, we are now armed with mighty joint! Mademoiselle Rimbaud: Your Majesty! I was raised in a convent. I don't indulge in pleasures of the flesh. King Louis XVI: You don't put out, he don't get out. Mademoiselle Rimbaud: Your Majesty, I simply don't do it. King Louis XVI: Come on, you do it. You love to do it. We all do it. You do it... Mademoiselle Rimbaud: No, I don't! King Louis XVI: I do it, I love to do it. I just did it and I'm ready to do it again, don't tell me you don't do it! Josephus: [pouring the Empress some wine] Say when. Empress Nympho: [she looks him up and down] 8:30. King Louis XVI: Ah, the Count Da Money! Count de Monet: It's "De Mon..." King Louis XVI: DON'T correct me! Stoned Soldier: Do you care if it falls? Stoned Soldier: What? Stoned Soldier: The Roman Empire. Stoned Soldier: [Laughs] Fuck it. Madame DeFarge: We, the people of France... Fellow Revolutionist: Fraunce. Madame DeFarge: Fraunce... Comicus: I'm fighting with cardboard! Captain Mucus: [stoned] You men! You go northward! You go southward! I'm gonna walk around here in a circle... Chemist: What are you looking for? Marcus Vindictus: A pack of trojans! Chemist: Aw, gee I just ran out. Marcus Vindictus: [lifts sword] Goodbye, head! Comicus: [grabs Marcus's sword arm] Hello, balls! [kicks Marcus in the groin] King Louis XVI: It's good to be the king. [as Marcus approaches the Emperor's throne in triumph] Court Spokesman: [whispering in his ear] Remember, thou art mortal. Remember, thou art mortal. Remember, thou art mortal. Remember, thou art mortal. Marcus Vindictus: [whispering] Oh, blow it out your ass! [while Josephus is hiding among the eunuchs, Caladonia dances erotically in front of them to test them] Marcus Vindictus: He's a eunuch. Captain Mucus: Mmm. [she moves to another one, dancing harder] Marcus Vindictus: *He's* a eunuch. Captain Mucus: Mmm. [she moves to a third one, dancing even harder] Marcus Vindictus: He's *dead.* Captain Mucus: Mmm. Marcus Vindictus: Oh, Caesar. I've spread civilization to the farthest reaches of the Empire! I've conquered and subdued the barbaric hordes, in the name of Rome! I've penetrated into the farthest... Emperor Nero: What's under the sheet? Marcus Vindictus: Sheet? Emperor Nero: SHEET! Marcus Vindictus: Oh! Oh, the sheet. Yes, to begin with, Number One, a beautiful, hand-carved, alabaster... [whips off the sheet] Marcus Vindictus: Bathing vessel! Emperor Nero: Nice. Nice. Not thrilling, but nice. [Comicus escapes by kicking Marcus in the groin] Captain Mucus: Commander, what happened? Where are they? Marcus Vindictus: [high-pitched voice] Get the horses! Get the chariots! Get the men! Captain Mucus: Onward! [the soldiers start to run, but Marcus stops him] Marcus Vindictus: Get me an ice pack! Hurry! Miriam: We've got to get out of Rome! Josephus: But how? The streets are crawling with soldiers! See? [they look down and see soldiers crawling, literally, across the street]
