There is a significant difference in the color displayed between my notebook’s LCD screen and my CRT at work.
On the notebook, this page is a pale beige, almost (at some angles) vanishing in its subtle color. At work, it’s buttermilk colored. I get what Doyce says about “almost too yellow.”
On the notebook, the big banner at the top is quiet — colorful, but in a violets-and-peonies sort of way. At work, it’s vivid to the point of garishness.
Guess which platform, of course, I’m usually able to break away time on to do design updates here.
And then there are comments. I never fail to be amazed by:
a. How few there are, vs. the number of visitors I get. Either my posts instill a general sense of ennui, or else are so well crafted that nobody has anything else to say.
b. Which posts get them. I’ll write a long, fiery sermon on something or another (e.g., the Ten Commandments thing below). Zero. Nada. Zilch. Dead silence. I’ll drop off a bon mot about something in passing, and, whoosh, folks write about it.
Weird.
Not necessarily a complaint, mind you — y’all are the audience, not under obligation to participate. Just a curiosity. The audience is under no obligation to cheer (or boo), but sometimes, tappity-tapping my way across stage, the sound of crickets gets awfully loud.
Well, while I have commented on Meera’s site, and noted that it comes up a wretched color on my computer, and she seems to have elected to keep that layout, possibly because she likes the idea that her page is the exact color of dried blood.
Your page, on the other hand… reads somewhere between the two extremes you’ve mentioned when viewed on my monitor. While the fushia on medium purple does pop the eye a bit, the warm buttermilk of the field does much to sooth the eye’s shock.
Ginger, on the other hand, has noted a distinct difference in the people who read her pages. She says that the gamers tend to be much more polite in how they comment, and don’t get rude or obnoxious nearly as often as the political crowd. Mayhap you just have a polite group visiting – the proverbial ‘gentle reader’ of yore…
Should I begin addressing folks as, “Gentle Reader,” a la Miss Manners and Isaac Asimov? That might be fun.
the buttermilk is a little too buttermilk for my taste, but i like the brightness of the button.
posting more comments…well, i have foot-in-mouth disease, you know. either i keep my mouth shut or i say the WRONG THING in some subtle way. in general, mind you.
right. that having been said, i’ll attempt to speak my mind more often.
because i do enjoy coming here.
I just come here for the fish.
I solve my comments problem by having non-working comments code.
Well, enough folks comment that I like having the capability. I just feel sometimes like someone who’s added a big ball room to the side of the house, and only gets 1 or 2 visitors over at a time.
On the other hand, I get frustrated at sites where want to comment and can’t. So the comments will stay, used or not.
But I can do polls now, so folks can “comment” anonymously, if only on subjects I define. 🙂
The crickets are just as loud for the commentators, too. The opening up of the conversation is one thing…wanting to have a contrary opinion (as I am wont to do) is something else entirely. [grin]
[And yes, I happen to like the colour of dried blood. I think of the background colour here to be more that of banana cream pie.]
Now that puts me right off this color scheme, being a firm believer that banana cream pie is one of the dozen-odd signs of the Apocalypse — or damned well should be.
*sigh*
I do try to throw out a comment in response when people write — as a courtesy, if nothing else. Unless it feels like it will smack of “Gotta have the last word”-itis.
I like Banana Cream Pie….!
And I went one step further than Ian – mine doesn’t even torture you with a comments note… or an email address, for that matter…
(‘course, my Blog is pretty much my stream-of-consciousness who-can-afford-therapy 24/7 availabilty rant forum. I don’t expect repeat readers… nor do I canter to them… what does that make me?)
Aarrghh. And of course, the problem with comments, for the commenter, is there is no ‘edit’ function…
I meant to say ‘cater’ not ‘canter’ – althought I’m not cantering to anyone, either…
It must be that dust’s ‘foot in mouth’ is virulent and mutating…
It makes you someone who doesn’t put your e-mail address in your blog, but does in your comments — but doesn’t put your blog address in your comments. 🙂
Of course, now I’m seeing almost this colour scheme everywhere. [It’s popular version is “FEFEDA” of which this is darker, but I wouldn’t have noticed if I hadn’t been thinking of pie.]
“There’s a sun,
and a moon,
and a coconut creme pie…
but there’s no bananas in the sky.”
Love ’em girl scouts.
Hah!
A girl scout song I don’t know…
Pity I can’t commute to your game, we could sing together!
And for those who want to know just how badly I whine:
http://djinnthespazz.blogspot.com/
bon appetite…
(the clue is in the email address: djinnthespazz@hotmail.com — google me, baby – you’ll find me)
And a fun spot it is. Thanks for the URL (and for the mention).
hmm. Jenn ranting = fun…
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Thanks.
And you’re welcome…
Your site gets regular visitation from me because you make me think… which has an unfortunate side effect of random rants…
Good Lord — I make people think?
I’d better run before the Thought Police come a-knocking …
well, it’s just me and the crickets out here thinking, so I wouldn’t worry too much.
krrrk
krrrk
krrrk
Actually, “the thinking” is one of the reasons I don’t comment here as often… I’m too busy mentioning something written here to my father, or quoting it in another e-mail discussion, or… [grinning]