As it is,

I do believe it has been established that I am utterly looney-toons... Just as well, because quite frankly, I probably am. Eh, too bad for me. I do like writing, however, so this is as good a place to practice as any. (especially since no one reads this blog... right?)
Now then, how shall I practice...? I know! I can describe how I am going to (eventually) remodel the background, since dear blogger.com will allow one to tamper with the source code... but not switch the template once one has been chosen, even after implying that you could. This is in no way a burn towards my honorable service provider, merely a statement of fact. (Either that, or I am far too blind to find the 'switch template' panel, which is very, very possible.)
Now then, what will my blog look like... It will have a grey background, I know this much; but not just any grey, for upon it will be embossed a multitude of moles, of ever nature! (Was that too archaic...? I'm thinking that was too archaic... Let's try a different style, then, for the next sentence) I'm thinking about a very down-to-earth sort of font. It must be something everyone's browser can pick up, since this is, at least technically, supposed to be open to all browsers. (Does this seem too memoir-esk?) Courier isn't right for the job... Neither are times or arial. Maybe a nice Georgia font will do the trick. (Is this too uncertain?)
Well, those are all the musings I will publish for the day. Until next month, when I shall tamper with the background, and see if it fulfills the prediction my shoddy description created. *Sigh* I really am working on this whole 'writing' thing, you know... That doesn't necessarily mean I was ever meant to do it, though.
Until January,
The Mistress of Moles