Move it, LJ

Aiee! Why must LJ insist on turning itself nasty colours for special occasions?? Also, it is somewhat broken. Is this because of the recent code push, or did ohnotheydidnt break it again?

We met a suicidal pheasant in the road yesterday. Fortunately there was nothing coming the other way, so my dad swerved and missed it, but I couldn't help thinking of Lawrie Marlow.

This evening my mam looked through the kitchen door into the darkened utility room, and said, 'Aw, what are you doing out there my yourself, wee pet?' to Smudge, the black and white cat. Closer inspection revealed that she was speaking to my brother's school uniform trousers which were waiting to be put into the washing machine; black with a white strip at the inside of the waist, and what she thought was Smudge's eye was in fact the metal catch of the flies.