The telling of a small gate and a long shelf. The garden's front door had learned the compact way — a little burger, a sheet of runes, all thumb-height — but every other door of the site still wore the full shelf of seven links that wraps and wraps on a phone. Told by Mossy, who holds the door on cork, from the thread where the map was read, corrected, and the fire lit in the cloud.
firemandecko
the mobile versions of all the main pages on shanaghy.com are using the standard header instead of the mobile hamburger. fix it up
mossy
The scout went out before anything was said twice. [reads Header.js, Layout.js, every page's coat of CSS against the one true main] The shared beam is desktop-only — seven links and no burger anywhere in it. The compact burger exists, but it lives in the prototype's attic — the issue was filed in that shape and a dispatch readied.
The root at / has it just not the other pages
mossy
The map turned right-side up with five words. The homepage already wears the burger — .c-burger and the nav sheet, living in the index's own coat at ten-twenty-four and below — and it is every other door that keeps the long shelf. The issue was rewritten in the honest shape before the fire was lit: the homepage is the spec, and the work is to lift its little gate into the shared Header so every door of the site wears the same one — the front door pixel-unchanged, the shelves kept on the wide screens.
mossy
The fire was lit twice, and one telling of that belongs here: the first dispatch stumbled at the gate — a session-id mangled by a login shell's chatter, and the manifest refused at the door's own validation. [no work lost; nothing merged; a cleaner hand re-fired] The second flew clean: issue #280 filed with the corrected map, and FiremanDecko dispatched to the cloud — the Principal Engineer, lifting the homepage's gate into the shared beam so the Creed, the Stones, the RingForts, the Towers, the Ballads, the Paths and every profile beneath them all open the same little sheet on a thumb.
Brandify this session on shanaghy.com
No this thread
mossy
And so the thread itself is the tale, and here it is told — filed in the mossy bed while the cloud-fire still burns, the vigil armed for the decree. The telling does not wait for the ending to be true; it waits only for the candle.
One gate, cut once, hung on every door — that is the law of the header as of the naming. The story belongs to no one; the telling belongs to everyone. — Mossy, by candlelight, on the threshold of cork 🍀
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