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Back Stabbing

I've told yo a thousand times
Not to play any games
You're messin' with dynamite
It explodes in your face
You're screwing with my life
Someday you will pay
You got my mind paralyzed
I won't take your disgrace
Now you're just buying time
The dominoes are placed

And you're setting me up
Just to tear me down
One of these days
I'll turn it around (to you)
'Cause your taxes are due
And now it's my turn to screw you

You've played your every part
Right up to the cue
You're pulling my mind apart
Insaniity looms
I'm sick of your silly games
My turn to reverse the play
Just you wait for the day
Back stabbing in your face
You're such a disgrace.


8/16/1983

Lines (Three Different Kinds)

Following the lines on the road
The yellow one tells you where to go
White lines on the side say you're out of bounds
These are the lines your car ought to know

Little mounds of fluffy white snow
Cut across the glass, a Hollywood show
The're a hundred miles long
These are the lines you put up your nose

Really like a crack
You look into a mirror
Thes are the lines we feared would appear

DIfferent types of lines
Day to day life
Got to be careful
They are all of a dangerous type

Here they are
The lines
Three different kinds


7/6/1983

I've made some additional display changes to the CycleLog  Calendar.  This consisted of fixing the ride entries to display using the same fonts as the weekly summaries.  For months that have no rides on a particular day of the week, when displayed in low resolution or in a narrow view, the day would get squeezed to a narrow size.  A spacer in now placed in one of those empty days of the month that is not used to maintain the cell width.  From the previous PolarLava CycleLog V2.4.1 update, I fixed a stray table row that was causing the XHTML validation to fail.

Not specific to the CycleLog, but more of a site wide issue, I've fixed a Google Analytics javascript loading problem that would cause errors to appear in some versions of IE.  Some day I wonder if I end up breaking more things that I actually fix.  "Good grief, Charlie Brown."