If you frequent this blog as much as
Shaq does, you've noticed I have redesigned my blog layout roughly a thousand times.
It all started with Paisley.
My freshman year in college, Paisley and I became what many in the 12-17 age range would call "
besties". That was all and well, but introducing ourselves to new people became rather troublesome. I quickly learned that introducing myself before Paisley would illicit this response:
A: "I'm Ally""Oh, nice to meet you"
P: "And I'm Paisley""Oh!!!! That is just the most wonderful name. So precious. What do you do? Wanna hang out?!?"
If I were to introduce myself after Paisley, this was sure to follow:
P: "I'm Paisley""Oh!!!! That is just the most wonderful name. So precious. Can I name my future daughter that? Want some of this free candy??!?"
A: "And I'm Ally""Cool. Mmmmm....So Paisley, how about some of that free candy????"
Thus, I've been living in the P-Shaddow for the last 6 years of my life.
Over the years I've realized that there are just somethings that Paisley thrives in:
having the more impressive name
maintaining serious & meaningful relationships with a significant other
modeling all over the world
knitting
comedy
improv
living as a decent human being...
....and
sometimes I thrive ---or at least am a little bit better than her at--- which happens to be...
graphic/web design.So when I stumbled upon the new look of
her blog---well--- I couldn't believe the sleek lines, attention to detail, breathtaking colour scheme, HTML coding, and widget prowess....to name a few. Sure the header photo could be a tad resized and colors retouched, but hey! who I am I to judge? Oh yeah, that's right, a graphic artist.
And to make matters worse, and despite my best efforts to steal it, she would not give me the HTML code to her site. For the first week, I sat inside with the curtains drawn and the windows open. The sirens masking my secret weeping. I slept with plus-size-women's beachtowels to catch my falling tears. I didn't change my clothes for days...which actually isn't anything different. This
dark night of the soul lasted too long until one day I had had
enough.
Only recently have I realized that I must fight for the
Truth. I must regain my status. She must know that she can't have everything.
It was time to design. This morning I awoke to her in the bed next to me. I can't remember what happened the night before, but in what what would seem to some a daze, she admitted that my layout was better.
So this will remain the look and feel until Paisley can draw the curtains, open up Google in Safari, and pray to God she can find a better looking template.
I'm not resting on my laurels, I know she'll be back. If anyone has any hints, tips, tricks, jokes, misc, & etc. I would be open. Please do not post these in the comments box as I am sure Paisley has an RSS feed on my comments (jajajaja) but we will arrange to meet in
a private location.And if you are not convinced by all this, let me just say that I was a cuter kid than Paisley and here is
the proof.
