User:Severian/sandtable

I want to make a title of a page with THREE GOLD STARS....like

"Three STAR STAR STAR Chop Shop" but with real stars, like one of those cheesy auto dealers or something. how do I do it? Sir Severian (Sprich mit mir!)

Like Three ★ ★ ★ Chop shop? Same as with Wal★Mart? Use unicode. Copy the character direct from here or the code for it from the edit page. But then people with browsers that don't do unicode so well (like IE) won't see it. The other way would be to use images, in a {{title}} template. Also, my talk page doesn't need archived! That's madness! • Spang • ☃ • talk • 08:34, 02 Feb 2008

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DEAR MARGO: I'm a 23-year-old mother of two boys. One night at about 7, I remembered I had to feed my parents' cat while they were away. I told my husband I'd be back in a little while and didn't even bother to put on a coat. I drove to my parents' house, went inside and was accosted by three burglars -- teens would be my guess. They bound me with cords, gagged me with a kitchen towel and dragged me into a closet. When I heard them leave, I began trying to get free, but the knots were way too tight. I'm athletic and in great physical shape, but I could not wriggle loose. The closet was small and dark, and I couldn't stand, so I sat there hoping my husband wouldn't be too long wondering where I was. (We live less than five minutes from my parents' house.) I sat there tied up for over three miserable hours! By the time my husband came and found me, shaking, I was angrier with him than with the little thugs who bound me. He said he was busy working and didn't realize how much time had passed. That was a week ago. He's apologized and brought me flowers and presents every day. I've forgiven him, but we've hardly spoken. Fact is, I'm feeling increasingly embarrassed about having been tied up and am now more upset with my own ineptitude than my husband's failing. I want everything to get back to normal, but I can't seem to come out of this funk. How do I snap out of this? ADVERTISEMENT

--- STILL FEELING BOUND AND GAGGED

DEAR STILL: It is crazy to blame yourself for being tied up, and ineptitude in no way had to do with your being unable to loosen knots that were too well tied. Blaming yourself may be a way to avoid staying angry with your husband. And do not minimize the likelihood that the funk you are in is a product of being traumatized by what happened. The objects of your anger should properly be the punks who were trying to rob your parents' house. You might feel better if you talked to someone in law enforcement or a person who counsels crime victims -- someone who would know what you went through. It will probably sound nuts to you now, but I think down the line you will laugh about your spouse becoming so engrossed in what he was doing that he failed to note your absence for three hours.

--- MARGO, RESTORATIVELY