mouse in a box

Hover Notes or ‘Floating Boxes’in Ao3

This is a fun option if you use, for example, phrases in other languages in your story. I often do, and this is a nice way to give translations without having to scroll to the end of the text, or putting them in the starting notes where people have to keep checking back – or where they spoiler the story!

HOWEVER. The drawback is that the floating boxes only work when a ‘mouse’ is ‘hovered’ over the marked text. They do NOT show up on tablet or phone screens, so you’ll still need to put a list of translations in the notes for readers using those devices.

Let’s have an example. 

“Qu’est ce que tu veux?”

Now if you speak French, you might know that means “What do you want?”

But not all of your readers will know that. So, you offer them a translation. And since the boxes don’t appear unless you hover directly above them, I usually add a Beginning Note to the chapter that reads something like this;

‘Hover over italicised foreign language text for translations! (Mobile and tablet users please see the Ending Notes)’

In HTML mode in Ao3, (if you try this in Rich Text mode you will get a horrible mess so don’t) the line with this example would appear as:

<p>“<em>Qu’est ce que tu veux?</em>”</p>

To add the floating box with the translation, you would select the words to be translated (that is, Qu’est ce que tu veux?) and paste in the following HTML.

<span title=“What do you want?”>Qu’est ce que tu veux?</span>

The whole line will now read:

<p>“<em> <span title=“What do you want?”>Qu’est ce que tu veux?</span> </em>”</p>

Review your work, hover over the part that requires translating, and you should see the following:

And you’re done!

I tend to set up a Word doc with all the <span> lines I want to use created in it, and then when the time comes, just copy/paste them into Ao3. Saves lots of time!

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After working on this show for countless seasons we finally have toys sculpted in our style! Not pirates themed or Valentines themed but in the actual style of the show! These will release March 31st at D street at the parks but will be put up for online sale soon after. It’s insane to see some of my drawings translated into toys. Aaaaah. Way too cool. Please go out and buy them so they’ll eventually make more for the rest of the cast. I need a Goofy figure in my life. More coverage when I get a box!

Of Mice and Vets.

A few years ago when I was a fresh faced, ready for anything newly graduated veterinarian I was working in a mixed practice when I discovered one of the simple truths that every new grad vet should know.

Your bosses will make you see every exotic animal that they don’t remember how to deal with.

Consequently, new grads often end up seeing most of the rabbits, guinea pigs, birds, rats, mice and reptiles that the good ol’ boss just feels ‘a bit rusty’ on. After all, that book learning should still be fresh in your head, right?

Which is why very early on I had a little patient called Mouse, who was a mouse, who was presented to me in a tissue box (that he very nearly ate his way out of in the waiting room) by a nearly 7ft tall sausage fingered man who very well could have been Lenny from 'Of Mice and men’.

Mouse had a problem. Mouse was going bald and looked pretty poorly, despite being bright and eagerly looking for a bolt hole. Mr Mouse Owner loved Mouse. Friend of Mr Mouse Owner, who may have been his carer or a relative, did not quite share the same level of affection, and thought Mouse should probably be put down.

There was only three things I remembered about mouse medicine from uni: respiratory disease, mammary tumors and mouse fur mite.

So despite Mr Mouse Owner’s companion strongly hinting that he thought the mouse should be euthanized, I talked them into spending a whole $6 on a skin scraping to try to identify mites.

For those of you that don’t know what a skin scraping is, you basically put a little oil on the skin and using a sterile, sharp scalpel blade scrape away the superficial and deep layers of skin. This is difficult enough on a wriggly dog, but on a wriggly little mouse was nearly impossible without damaging it. The mouse was barely bigger than the blade. Nevertheless, with help from a slightly confused nurse, we got our sample.

And we found our mites!

Hooray for a treatable diagnosis! Gosh, you wouldn’t believe how smart I felt at that stage.

The next step was finding some ivermectin to treat the mites. Our ivermectin only came in 1 liter bottles for dosing sheep, with dosages given in 50kg increments. It took a lot of maths and double checking to dilute the ivermectin correctly down to a fraction of a drop for little Mouse.

So after all the fuss, the test and the maths, I carefully administered one fraction of a diluted drop to the back of his neck, watched curiously by his owner, his friend muttering that they probably could have bought 30 new mice for the same price as this visit.

But Mouse got better. He was properly furred a month later.

So pay attention to your exotics notes if you’re about to graduate as a veterinarian. The older vets who feel they are 'out of practice’ will fob these patients off to you, and they’re equally as loved as their more common counterparts.

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ELI5: Why can't bots check 'I am not a robot' checkboxes?

Actually, clicking the box is a rather trivial part of what those CAPTCHAs are looking for. What they’re actually looking for are things like:

did the ‘user’ instantly move their mouse to the exact coordinates of the box, or did they traverse thru the page like a human would?

is the user scrolling to the box, or are they remotely executing javascript to trigger a scroll to the box?

how long after page load did the user find the box? Too quickly is obviously a red flag, but taking too long is also. commonly, to get around reCAPTCHA you’ll need to find out 4-5 areas to click in addition to the initial click. The way that most people do this is using CAPTCHA services, which are real people solving them and returning the answer to you (i.e. for a text captcha, you’d send them the image and they’d send back the letters/numbers). The way you do this with reCAPTCHA is sending a screenshot of the computer, and you are returned the coords that you’re supposed to click on to answer the question properly. [e: apparently this method is old, and a new method where the CAPTCHA is actually served up to the person within the service that will solve it for you!] However, it usually doesn’t take a legitimate human 5 minutes to answer a few questions about 9 images. if you take too long, they’ll make you do another image check challenge.

basically, it’s really, really difficult to make a bot move the mouse, scroll, and react naturally to a page load. and even if you do manage to fool reCAPTCHA, you’ll be thrown to a few image tasks which may serve to block you out from the website completely, due to the reasons mentioned above.

Explain Like I`m Five: good questions, best answers.

the paladins as dumb things ive done (all true)

lance: bought a 60$ moisturizer, got into a 2 day long argument with a friend about gabriella’s role in high school musical

hunk: stressbaked over 5 pans of brownies, got in a competition with a friend to see who could naruto run the fastest, spent 4 consecutive hours lurking on instagram

pidge: unconsciously said “hacker voice: im in” out loud when i connected to a coffee shop wifi, spent an entire weekend researching and preparing for the singularity

keith: got expelled while having a mullet (100% not a joke. did happen), went as the babadook for halloween

shiro: got a detention for sighing and saying “what the fuck” in the middle of an exam, listened to “dreams” by fleetwood mac on repeat for an entire night while eating chips and salsa

bonus

allura: put a mouse from the basement in a box and tried to keep it as a pet

coran: went up to the first person i saw at the australian airport, and said “gday mate” totally unprompted in the worst accent possible (i was 5 at the time)

mysilenceisamask  asked:

Supercat #18

Kara threw open the door to her apartment, barely remembering to slam it shut, stomping all the way to the dining room table. She sat down furiously, opening her laptop, hitting the call button, waiting impatiently as she chewed her lip until the video box popped up on screen.

“I’m coming,” she quickly spat before she could lose her nerve.

“You’re…what?” Cat looked at her like she had six heads.

“Wherever you are, whatever you’re doing, I’m coming,” she nodded, rocking a little as she crossed her arms. “To join you…in your new endeavor. Whatever that might be.”

“I see,” Cat exhaled, rubbing her temples. “And why, exactly…”

“I just can’t do it anymore,” the younger woman began to crack, eyelids filling, threatening to spill. “Alright?”

“Meaning?”

“Work for CatCo,” Kara admitted, looking anywhere but at the screen. “Be a reporter. Slave away for a person who will never give me the satisfaction of letting me know when I’ve done something right. Any of it.”

She failed to mention all of the non-work related reasons why she felt like her life was spiraling out of control.

Cat watched her closely, trying to gauge just how serious this quarter-life crisis was going to be.

“Okay,” she finally shrugged.

“That’s…wait, really?” she startled, not expecting that response. “You’re…really okay with…because you did say I would always have a job with you, wherever…”

“Yes, darling, I remember it well,” Cat replied familiarly. “I know exactly what I said, and I meant it.”

“Oh…okay. Good.”

“Except I don’t have a job for you just yet,” she continued. “My next endeavor currently consists of taking a road trip cross-country to visit with publishers, eating as many tacos as one human can reasonably consume, all while trying to write something that will be of interest to anyone other than myself and my teenage son.“ 

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Kiibo requires assistance from his S/O to overcome his greatest obstacle: CAPTCHA.

I like your thinking! Thanks for requesting! Enjoy!

Kiibo

  • He’s sitting at the computer in the other room
  • You’re taking a nap in his and your bed
  • “S/OOOO-! I require your assistance!”
  • You run into the room he’s in
  • He’s no longer sitting in the office chair he likes to spin around in when he’s bored
  • Kiibo has backed himself to the wall as far from the computer as possible!!
  • Baby what’s wrong!!!!!?
  • He’s pointing at the monitor!
  • Your head turns and you study what’s displayed on the screen
  • It’s a half filled-out CAPTCHA!
  • The half that’s filled out are the words Kiibo had copied from the image
  • The half that isn’t completed?
  • It’s the small box next to the words “I’m not a robot”
  • He’s left it unticked!
  • You understand what’s going on now.
  • At least he isn’t hurt or worse! He had sounded so worried!
  • You tell the boy to take a seat and tick the box
  • He warily sits at the computer desk, avoiding looking at the monitor
  • You promise nothing will happen to the two of you!
  • “S/O! Y-You cannot lie on the internet! I-It’s wrong!”
  • “They’ll never know, Kiibo. Don’t worry! And besides-”
  • “Lying is against everything that I stand for! You d-do not understand!”
  • Hmm..
  • You have an idea!
  • You take a seat on his lap and put your hand on the mouse, and move it in the direction of the small white box
  • “No! S/O, you can’t!! W-What did I just say about lying-!”
  • “It’s technically not lying if I tick the box, is it?”
  • “…Technically, I suppose that would be correct, s/o…”
  • You happily give the box a TICK!
  • Nothing happens - no SWAT teams bursting through the house, no explosions, no nothing!
  • “That was amazing, s/o!”
  • He applauds!
  • He thinks you’re so smart thinking of that idea!!
  • You’re glad you could help your boyfriend, even if all you did was just ticking a CAPTCHA.
My Gift is a Pebble

Everyone wants a pebble.

My Gift is a Pebble

“Roman it’s been three weeks” Anxiety said bluntly, his facial expression turning to a annoyed pout as he stared at the Royal. “I’m sorry, I can’t do anything to speed up the cure. I’m not a dragon-witch” Roman sighed, looking down at the dark trait.

“Though I do think you deserve it at this point” he mumbled, but Anxiety heard every word. His ears bended back and his tail started to slash around behind him. “What do you mean I deserved it! You were the one that started the argument before hitting me with the goddamn potion!” He hissed out.

“Well who is the one that been leaving dead animals near the door?” Roman huffed, trying not to get into another argument. Anxiety was about to speak until he realized how stupid his rebuttal is. He crossed his arms, looking away from the royal. “They’re gifts…” he grumbled.

“Well the offer is kind, and your intentions are good but how about getting something that wasn’t breathing earlier” Roman sighed, slightly regretting his response as he saw the darker trait’s head down in shame as he walked to his room.

“Wow…just wow..” Morality said softly, walking next to Princey.

“Maybe I was a bit harsh”

“A bit?” the Moral trait sighed. “You should give him something, I know a dead bird isn’t the best gift in the world but he’s trying to be nice”

Princey nodded.

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Logan and Anxiety were currently sitting on the couch, well Logan was, Anxiety was laying over the top of it. The two was currently watching Epic Rap Battles of History, Walter White vs Rick Grimes, seeing as Anxiety found them interesting and Logic enjoyed anything relating with poetry.

Roman looked at the two from the hallway, holding a wrapped present in his hands. He looked behind himself to see Morality giving him thumbs up for encouragement. He gulped, walking towards the two. He usually wasn’t this nervous, especially when giving someone a gift, probably because he was worried that Anxiety was still upset at him, seeing as he got a small scratch on his cheek after he first talked to Morality.

He cleared his throat, earning the attention of the younger traits. Sure enough, Anxiety seemed slightly annoyed. “Before you tell me to go away, I wanted to apologize for earlier’ comment, I shouldn’t have been so harsh. So I wanted to give you this”

Anxiety looked down at the royal’s hands, seeing a black and grey wrapped box. He hesitantly took the gift, and then teared away the wrapping paper. He opened the box, revealing a giant black and red mouse plush with a feather tail. He picked up the plush and set it down on the couch before stepping tow ards the prince. He looked up at him with a blank expression before giving another scratch on the royal’s cheek.

Roman hissed, but expected that reaction. What he didn’t expect though was that Anxiety grabbed his hand and placed a small, red, ring box in it. “Open it” Anxiety said in a monotone and slightly demanding tone. Roman followed the demand and opened it, seeing small broken piece of a smokey quartz and a small onyx. “It’s pebbles” Roman hummed.

“My gift to you is pebbles and rocks, accept it” he growled.

Roman looked down at the cat trait, and began to pet behind his ear, which Anxiety reluctantly leaned into the touch and started to purr.

“I’ll cherish them”

A Hard Day’s Night

Pairing: Dean/Castiel

Prompt: Castiel, bothered by his friends because he never even kissed someone, decides he can’t handle the nagging anymore and does something he thought he’d never do.

Tags: student!cas, escort!dean, angst 

Words: 1116

A/N: Part one of a series if there’s interest, feedback is very much appreciated.  

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Last night, Ray walked back to a homeless person we had passed by earlier to strike up a conversation and buy him a meal. This wasn’t the first time he’s made efforts to connect and befriend. Whereas I’d have looked the other way, to avoid any social awkwardness or rejection, he deliberately embraced. I’m the first to quip that, oftentimes than not, he’s obnoxious and can occasionally be an insensitive bag of dicks (thanks, Cards Against Humanities, for teaching me that!) but this is one example of what made him such a great police officer and why he’ll be a wonderful papa.

On a totally unrelated note, please to buy this awesome gift for our nonexistent child, Ray.

Also, Julie and I have decided to participate in the 2014 Sketchbook Project! Let’s hope we actually get them done.