I've been sitting here pretty much all day, working on the Mac, with the PC laptop open beside me so I can make a change on a site on the Mac, FTP it to the server, then look at it on the PC, then go back and change it again . . . I suppose way back in the mists of time, before the internet, no one really had a lot of reason to share files between platforms, so it didn't much matter if things looked the same on a PC as on a Mac, but now it's enough to drive me crazy.

And it's not just the way things look, it's the way they behave. Certain things I can do with a stylesheet work on a Mac using IE, but have absolutely no effect on IE on a PC. The site I'm working on is going to be displayed as a demo tomorrow on a PC running IE, so that's what I have to make it look good on, but the ultimate goal is to have it look good and work on both Mac and PC, so I still have to keep Mac users in mind. It's definitely been a trial.

I'm going to take the laptop to work with me tomorrow, and probably leave it there so I can preview stuff on both platforms. It just leaves too much to chance, otherwise.

I did remember to take the camera to work with me on Friday so I could take a picture of Simon, and it was a good thing, because Dave didn't bring him or Diehard to the party last night. His wife was sick, so she stayed home with the dogs and Dave came by himself.

For the picture above, Dave stood beside me and told Simon to "sit," and he did, and posed so prettily.

It's hard to understand how a dog can learn who he belongs to so quickly, but from the first day, he knew that Dave was the leader of the pack, so to speak. We're used to Diehard pouting and whining when Dave is gone, but it seems funny to see a new dog do the same thing. Dave is the "Dog Whisperer," apparently.

I still think that dream of mine was very cool, where the dog came to me and asked me to take him to Vancouver. Dave clarified that it was Vancouver, Washington, which I had never heard of, rather than the one in Canada. Still north, though.

Dave brought in an old futon for Diehard a couple of weeks ago, so now he has a softer place to lie. Extra seating for us, too--he drug it into the main room last night for the party.

We had our holiday party last night, and I have to say that this is the first time I can remember when I actually wanted to go to an office party. Usually it's an obligation, but I enjoy spending time with all of these people, and knew I would have a good time. Bob's office party was the same night, but he very nicely decided to go to mine instead.

I took the camera, and the pictures are here, although I don't think they're very good. Very dark. Cello has a better camera, and he took some, too, so hopefully his are better. (I just used the quick-and-dirty Photoshop automatic gallery creator thing, so the sideways ones remain sideways. Just tilt your head.)

Bob did take one not-too-bad picture of me, though. Maybe it's the photographer, not the camera . . . Or, oh, hey! Maybe it's the subject . . . Nah. I know that's not true, considering the myriad terrible pictures I've had taken of me.