It wuzza accident!

It was me, I dun gone n broke the blog.

I didn't mean to change the stylesheet, didn't mean to come anywhere near Fi Town, but I was in my Blogger dash pootling about with my other blog (yes, the stale one) adding it to my Netvibes Universe and thinking how I might be able to fix some layout niggles if I reselect the same theme and load it in. I already know what the theme looks like, so I don't need to preview it, just hit save and get back to the template code. Right?

So here we are, in this -- still green but not the right shade of green -- new blog. It still smells new, I've been in here a while and you get used to it, but when you go out and come back in you can smell it all strong and new again. The long chain polymer new car fragrance of freshly milled blog.

I'm getting used to the look, too. I'm starting to dig the layout and the detailing, and it's nicely built. Look, look here and see this edging... and here? See? Those little arrows in the bullet points -- it's nice touches like these that show off the craftmanship.

Under the hood is a different story, and I fsckeded a few things in there while trying to suss it out. It's like my cable box at home, horribly impossibly tangled up. Everything has a use but why the fuck's it here? Down here with the footers? I was gingerly poking about trying to rename the sidebar headings, slowly approaching with chair and whip in hand when it reared on me and I shattit and got the fuck out. I feex the damn headings later, wtf. Stop looking at me.

Get this though -- just when you thought I couldn't dirty the ether anymore with my half assed fumblings, I send these packets to be served into your processing units -- I bagsie da hotsts!

You're going to want to bring da portables, fo sho def, although I do have the Guitars here. If your testosterone fulled urging for nubile pale skinned next gen consoles feels like it's overwhelming you, then bring something shiny, I let you plug in, is no problem.

But no footy, y'hear?