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Hacking OpenOffice
prostoalex writes "Peter Sefton appreciates OpenOffice Writer's open and documented XML format and hence tries to customize and configure OO Writer to his own liking. In the article on XML.com he plays with OpenOffice XML, introduces an XSTL style sheet to a Writer document, creates a keyboard shortcut for applying his own style, and creates a macro."
God bless open standards.
Three men walk into a bar. They all got concussions.
Frodo twirled a lock of brown between two slender, pale fingers
unconsciously. He was staring at Samwise, a younger hobbit, who was
playing in the garden. His knees were dirty and his hands were covered in
the filthy ground, but Frodo couldn't keep his eyes off the boy. Sweat
trickled down the hobbit's brow and he paused, leaning heavily on one
grubby hand, to wipe at his forehead with a dirt-smearing handkerchief he
dug out of one of his trouser pockets. Frodo found himself indiscreetly
watching the hobbit play with his toy shovel and pat piles of dirt into small
mounds as he sat in the flowerbed. Muscles ripped like waves of an ocean,
sunlight shining off his damp hair and bare skin. His cheeks were red and
a smile was upon his lips as he worked the dirt, staring at his creation with
small, dark blue eyes.
Snapping out of his trance, Frodo noticed his mouth was hanging
open and he shut it immediately. His lips were wet; each breath he drew
was heavier than the last. He rubbed his sweaty palms on his pants and
shut the book that lay sprawled in his lap. It wouldn't do him any good to
read now. His eyes would not focus, nor would his mind. Nothing was
going right. All he could think about was Samwise Gamgee and his
beautiful, deep eyes. They were the color of the sea, and the sky and every
emotion in a single flash of brilliant paints.
His thoughts were consumed by the hobbit and he felt his body
growing warm, especially his groin. He tried to think of something else,
more familiar, but each thing led him back to Sam's body. The beautiful,
bare skin of his forearms and legs taunted Frodo and caused his groin to
tighten. The hobbit blushed bright red and pressed his hands to his cheeks,
trying to cool his face. Much to his horror he felt his cock harden and
press against his trousers unrelentingly.
Frodo felt his body began to throb, but he was confused. This had
never happened before and he didn't know if it was natural. Was his body
supposed to be swelling and throbbing? Perhaps he had injured himself
how--but what had he done? Frodo couldn't remember having done
anything that might have injured that part of his body. Maybe he had
caught a rare and deadly disease! He started to panic, before he
remembered something he had heard one of the other hobbit lads talking
about. When it gets like that, I just give it a quick yank, unless there is a
hobbit girl around. The comment had been followed by a lot of laughter
from the other hobbits, but Frodo had just felt like he was being left out of
a big secret.
What did a hobbit girl have to do with anything? Sure, they were
pretty and kind, but he didn't think they were the same as his Sam.
His groin stared to ache and he felt as if he might explode with a
million feelings. In his gut he felt awful, but it was exciting, feeling like
had did. His hand found his belt bucket and unfastened it. Then, clumsily,
he unbuttoned his pants and let them drop to the ground. Sitting alone, in
his room, Frodo slowly laid his hand on his cock. When nothing bad
happened he drew a finger across it in a silky, cool line. A small shiver
shot up his spine and he encircled the member with his hand and moved it
lightly at first. He started to feel happier, his excitement peaking as his
hand traveled quicker with each stroke. Suddenly, in a burst of warmth,
Frodo released into his hand, and moaned bitterly, wishing the pleasure
would not leave.
The door flew open at that moment and Bilbo came in, busily
searching for his pipe he had misplaced. Frodo quickly got up and tried to
button his pants in a quick movement, without his uncle noticing. Bilbo
looked up at Frodo at that exactly instant and started to ask,
"Have you seen my pipe?" but he stopped speaking in mid-
sentence and stared at Frodo. His nephew looked anywhere, except at
Bilbo. He stared at the floor, the ceiling, the window and the no
You'd think that these people talking about creating usable templates and proper layouting would at least create a site that doesn't require me to maximize my browser window (at least in the horizontal direction. Seriously, not everybody is viewing everything at 1600px width.
Line-numbers? What is this, the 80s?
Fucking Firefox users.
Get Opera, you cheap fucks! 4 times as fast, no spyware-ridden extensions.
Someth1ng done