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KD tried to tell me something about my.bicycle's Comments being flonked, but I couldn't see it. I'm browsing on Mozilla on Win2k and Safari on OS X, both of which showed everything hunky dory. Since I'm an image poacher, I loaded up this site in Internet Exploder™ only to see if the remote-pilfered graphics would load, and LO and BEHOLD, the damned Comments were gone. In my experience, IE is one of the sloppiest, and therefore most forgiving renderers around, so it was shocking to see Safari and Moz holding up where IE could not. After a little fiddling, I managed to entirely break the site for IE rendering. Then after deleting a commented-out field from my Blogger template, everything went back to normal nice-nice. If you have any problems with the way things are displaying, mail me. However, I'd also like to take this opportunity to recommend Mozilla; it's flexible, steadfast, standards-compliant, evolved, intelligent, and includes an HTML editor, IRC chat client, mail application (which will not run the scriptkiddies' goods), and can even be integrated with your PDA through additional plug-ins. If you give it a chance, it will change the way you view the internet.

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