Description: I originally had this bright idea to write up a detailed guide to putting php in your TPLs, but my schoolwork is keeping me from doing anything decent.

Please note that I have not had the chance to try this out, but according to the Template Power web site it is possible. The keyword throughout this entire post is “should” — meaning theoretically, it should work.

At any rate, there are two ways you can do this easily. The way you do it depends on how ambitious you’re feeling. This should work in both 2.0 and 1.1, but again — don’t quote me on that.

As usual, please be sure to make backups in case I’m wrong. ^^;;

Requirements: eFiction 2.0+, eFiction 3.0+, Template Power 3.01 (should already be included)

Modification History:
May 31, 2006: Released untested instructions for eFiction 2.0

Instructions:

I’ve known what Bluebirds look like for most of my life, but aside from books and maybe the chance glimpse of one from the car, I’ve never seen them up close.

Well, as of this evening we have 2 nesting pairs less than 100 feet from my house! ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥

One of the little males keeps perching on my deck railing and clothesline, which gives me a good look at them. One of these days I’ll have to borrow Jodi (or at least her camera) and see if I can’t get a photo. ^_^

I also have seen Swallows flying past my door too, which completely explains the sudden lack of bees. ♥

My birdy-crazy mindset aside, Grand Haven went much better than last year. While I still didn’t get to have as much fun as I wanted to, it still went better than I was expecting. No having to explain my Diabetes a million times, no having to defend my current mentality. Just me, my friends, the beach, and a bottle of sun-tan lotion.

The wind was great this year, so the sky was filled with kites. It quickly got too strong for me, so I only got to test-fly a couple kites at the most. I fixed too much food, but without knowing how many people were going to show up — I really didn’t know how much to fix.

Anyway… If you’re interested I posted the Tequila and Rattlesnake fajitas to my forums, now I just have to quit stalling on my homework. ^^;

♥ *glomps!*

Okay, I have been officially been hit over the head by my muse with a hammer.

Avatar: The Last Airbender fans! If this does NOT give you ideas, I seriously don’t know if you’re alive.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VCcLZUT81Lw

Hell, if you’re a human and don’t find this sexy/cool on at least some level you are officially dead.

Thank you.

(Note: This called fire poi or fire spinning. It’s a Maori style of juggling originally used by warriors to train and for women to develop their dexterity for weaving.)

Avatar: TLA has reached new levels of being a pseudo-anime. The latest episode, Zuko Alone, was simply gorgeous! The fight scene near the end was perfect; all I could think of was something out of Naruto, Samurai Champloo, Kenshin, or any of the other samurai/ninja anime I’ve seen. Delicious. ^_^

Yep, I’m a 26 year old woman completely and utterly turned on by a 17 year old fictional character. ^__^ And I’m damned proud of it!

Still trying to figure out some of the bugs in the archive, but I’m feeling lazy. After staying up until 3am every night and staring at code approximately 6 hours a day, I’m not feeling all that particurly driven to do the things I promised for the archive.

The Great Lakes Kite Festival is this next weekend and as I’m sure all my friends know, I go every year whether it’s rain or shine. ^_^

This year, I’m fixing fajitas for my contribution. Since everyone’s adults now, I’ve been feeling like showing off my mad grilling skillz. I’m making one recipe for Tequila-marinated beef and then another called “Rattlesnake.” (I promise I’ll share on the forums once I’ve had a chance to try them.)

I just hope Scott isn’t as big an asshat next weekend as he was this. God, he’s almost 21 now and he’s was acting like he was maybe 11. Lately he’s been spending 99% of his time hanging around these little kids in the trailer park, barely spending any time at home. I finally tracked him down about a week ago and asked if he was going to Great Lakes. It’s always the same time each year, the weekend before Memorial Day. I just want to know who is going, so I know how much food I’m fixing Friday night. He wants to know when it is. *sigh* (Same time it’s always been?) He then wants MY permission to bring along this 11 year old kid who repeatedly glomped him while we were talking. (…. disturbing…)

That’s something he’s going to have to ask his mom or his brothers, since they’re the ones with the larger vehicles. My family just has a little, compact car that’s going to be crammed. Plus, none of us want to be responsible for any little kids. He then proceeds to go all emo on me because his mom’s never home and that she’s spending ALL her time over at his grandparents, yadda, yadda. (His grandma just had a stroke, grandpa just had surgery to repair a detached retina). Okay, so you can’t CALL her? Call your brothers?

We went to a food auction this weekend with the hopes of maybe getting some food at reduced cost. He spent most of it being generally annoying and childish. The little kids ahead of us with the toy gun were annoying enough (”Click-click-click-click-click-click” for 4 hours) without him acting whiny or being an emo towards his mom and brother.

At one point, the auction sold full cases of suckers that were kind of like a Push-Pop. He wasn’t paying attention and asked what they were.
I replied, “Candy.”
Scott: “I know, but what kind are they?”
Me: “Suckers.”

He then starts whistling the “S” in suckers and eventually entertains himself by whistling the S in every word that had S in it. (Kind of like that beaver in Lady and the Tramp.) First time was a little cute, but 15 minutes later I was starting to feel homicidal.

Every time his family bought something, he kept telling them they should have gotten more or they had to bid on something. (Usually candy.) He did the same thing that he did with the suckers a little later when they auctioned off some powered soup mixes (Minestrone and Clam Chowder).

At another point, someone’s cell phone rang and they had a custom ringtone. Some time earlier, Scott had grabbed his mom’s cell and had become the mad snap-shotter. He asks if I wanted to hear his. I have to assume he means a ringtone. Not knowing if he still had the cell or not, I turned around and glared at him. He doesn’t have it, but he immediately begins giggling that he “made me look.”

Honestly, if he’s going to act like that all next weekend or if he decided to flip out over the fact I marinated the steak in Tequila, I don’t want him to come. I don’t want to hear a peep out of him.