The serious problem with having fredlet around is that I get a chance to discuss the fine art of web design with someone who won’t make me feel like a dweeb. I’ve been kicking around color schemes, and trying to figure a way to get away from the annoying black and white idea. I know what web sites I frequent, and I know what I like to see. And the colors should be easier to print, another frequent request. I just hope I got it all.
What a strange day Saturday was. There was an overlay to the day, sort of like being in a smoke filled room, where everyone is having a good time, and talking loud and off in one corner the television is blaring, but no matter what you do, you can’t seem to concentrate on anything anyone is saying. Nor can yo make out the news on the television. Or the comedy. The highest point of the day must have been listening to a friend from Scotland get intoxicated. When he’s about halfway through his second or third tall boy, he starts to get rather amusing. He can make an effort to imitate a Texas accent but it’s delivered with a Scottish brogue. I’ll admit, it’s one accent that I can’t duplicate. As Lady McDuff says, “To bed, to bed, there’s a knocking at the gate…”
