Dead Sea

It's annoying when you're scrolling through a page and you happen to scroll over a map that's embedded, so your scroll wheel starts zooming into the map and now your map is all askew, and you can't find your socks and you forget your phone number, so you have a friend call you.

Dead sea is a micro-framework (less than 1K) that lets you call deadsea.blockScrollInto(element). It deals with DOM elements, not mapping frameworks, so it should work with Modest Maps, Polymaps, and what-have-you.

It's compatible with modern browsers. It won't break IE, it just won't do anything in it.

on GitHub , deadsea.min.js

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A Modest Maps Map

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He and I were never very friendly. Although, however, we were friendly, even very. I've got something wrong here: To be exact, he and I were not friendly and were always on bad terms. And this is how we got crossed: I was standing beside a shop; they were issuing sugar there, and I was standing in the queue, trying not to listen to what was being said around me. I had slight toothache and was not in the greatest of moods. It was very cold outside, and though everyone was wearing quilted fur coats they were still freezing. I was also wearing a quilted fur, but I was not freezing myself, though my hands were freezing because I had to keep taking them out of my pockets to move the suitcase I was holding between my knees, so that it didn't go missing. Suddenly someone struck me on the back. I flew into a state of indescribable indignation and, quick as lightning, began to consider how to punish the offender. During this time, I was struck a second time on the back. I pricked up my ears, but decided against turning my head and pretended that I hadn't noticed. I just, to be on the safe side, took the suitcase in my hand. Seven minutes passed and I was struck on the back a third time. At this I turned round and saw in front of me a tall middle-aged man in a rather shabby, but still quite good, military fur coat.

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When I again wanted to take my place in the queue, they wouldn’t let me in and even pushed me gradually out on to the street. Holding back my anger at such bad manners, I went off home. At home I discovered that my brother had taken all the money from my purse. At this stage I got absolutely furious with my brother, and since then he and I have never made it up.

Once I couldn’t contain myself and burst out laughing. They rushed in horror to escape - some through the door, some through the window, and some straight through the walls.