It's A New Look. Happy Now?

I have finally shaken free of the shackles of the standard Blogger templates (none of which are particularly exciting, and my least-disfavored of which, the "Parchment" motif, has been used by everyone and their dog).

Well, no more. This is my new look. Dark and mysterious, like the inner recesses of my brain (and the back corners of my closets). Your opinions are eagerly solicited, and will be carefully considered, then disregarded as unpatriotic.

Comments

Angie said…
Oooh baby!! You are lookin' F. I. N. E. FINE now!! :D Glad you are rid of the parchment.
5:23 PM
therapy in the making said…
nice! very nice!
6:44 PM
newthinker said…
Nice! Where did you get the new template? Or was this an original creation? I'm looking to give my site a facelift as well; I'd appreciate it if you could point me in the right direction for alternative templates.
7:01 PM
Em said…
VERY nice :)
8:37 PM
utenzi said…
That's a very good looking template, Gary. Good work.
9:12 PM
Kiley said…
Yup, nice template indeed...

One of the first things I did upon starting my blog was to learn the whole cascading style sheet crap and set my own up, too. :-)
4:25 AM
Gary said…
Newthinker, I couldn't locate your blog from here (your profile is set to Private). I found the template at http://blogger-templates.blogspot.com ... the designer credit is on the sidebar somewhere. Thanks!
1:37 PM
"Jet" said…
Nice template Gary!! I like it a lot!!
4:05 PM
The Blogging Boss said…
Gary,

Great look. Nice and clean and like the cool color.

Good job!

Eric
10:31 PM
Anonymous said…
like the new digs!
2:36 AM
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