Pimp My Turkey
Good morning, Internet. How are you? How was your long weekend? See any fireworks? That’s nice. Hm? What’s that? Oh, my BRAND SPANKING NEW HEADER?! Why, thank you. Yes, it is awesome. AND was created by someone very sexy – how nice of you to notice.
Yes, it seems my blog got a hot little injection of style over the weekend, and – in the interest of full disclosure – the sequence of events leading up to it went a little something like this:
Jive Turkey laying on couch after rehearsal and post-rehearsal drinks. Brad (the artist formerly known as HoST) opens his laptop.
JT: Hey, let’s look at I Can Has Cheezburger.
JT: Hey, let’s look at Cute Overload.
JT: HEY, let me show you this funny thing I saw on Jezebel.
B: UH, CAN I PLEASE CHECK MY EMAIL, WHICH IS WHAT I SAT DOWN HERE TO DO?
JT: Hey, can you make me a new header for my blog?
B: (Sighs, opens WordPress, is canonized for sainthood.) OK, so what were you thinking? What colors?
JT: I want a picture of a turkey, with like…rays coming out of it. In bright pimp-tastic colors. And a funky 70s-inspired font. (Turns on TV, sees that “Tombstone” is on, begins to succumb to beer buzz.)
B: What about this? Do you like this turkey? How about these colors?
JT: Hm? Wha? Oh sure that’s fine just let me rest my eyeszzzzzzzzzzzzzz…
JT: (Wakes, is alone on couch, hears birds chirping, has spiffy new header.) Huh? MMmmppphzzzzzzzzz.
So, there you have it. My drunken brain-child, Brad’s inspired design and mad photoshop skillz. I’m still working on getting a little animated George Jefferson to occasionally walk across the screen – because as we all know, George Jefferson has the coolest walk known to man – but seeing as how I may have abused the talents and patience of my graphic designer this weekend, we’ll have to play it by ear.
Took a whole lotta TUH-RY-IN’ just to get up that hill.
EDITED TO ADD: Hey! You guys! My site is a year old…like, TODAY! How appropriate, with the new header and all. I’d like to say that I had it all planned out, with the header coinciding with the one-year mark, but…no. I was too busy being Val Kilmer’s huckleberry.
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