The Emperor’s New Prose

Behold the royal yard shoes!  Worn by his majesty whilst cleaning up after the royal pooch.
Behold the royal yard shoes!  Crafted by the artisans in the faraway land of ASICS, these shoes are worn by his majesty when policing the yard for doggy doo.

Hear ye, hear ye!

Dear loyal readers,

My original blog theme was all well and good, much like my old pair of well-worn royal running shoes.  While the theme may have been both familiar and comfortable, as with the aforementioned footwear, it was also starting to stink a little.

This little gem of a house was something I found on the internet.  It's like a blog, only you can live in it.
This little gem of a house was something I found on the internet. It’s like a blog, only you can live in it.  With a place this cool, it doesn’t matter how bad the taste of the resident is.

I’ve moved in a slightly different direction with this new look.  If you have any problem with it, please don’t hesitate to let me know.  I promise to give any constructive criticism the consideration it deserves, but I can’t guarantee that I’ll do a stinking thing about it.  In case you’re interested, I squandered all my blog-theme-upgrade savings on lottery tickets and booze, so I went with one of the free themes (For those of you who enjoy reading blogs but don’t actually blog yourselves, the theme is essentially the typeface and graphic layout and yes, there are actually ones which cost money).

So check it out, kick the tires, see what you think of the new blog crib.  Please use a coaster – I don’t want anyone leaving a ring on the new header.  I made it myself.  It’s comprised of distorted photos of yours truly as well as the oft-ridiculed, slew-footed Lucy.  In addition, there is a frosty snifter of ale which I thoroughly enjoyed on a recent junket down south.

It's all about me, plus three nostril Lucy.
It’s all about me, plus three nostril Lucy.

While you guys look around, I’m going to try to figure out which carton has my toothbrush in it and then decide where to put the sofa and velvet Elvis painting.

Enjoy that new-blog smell before it’s replaced by the all too familiar scents of stale coffee and diesel exhaust.  No matter how snazzy things might appear, I’m going to have to write something to fill this space.  Once I find the toothbrush, I’ll have to find the box I packed my ideas in.