Theme tweaks after a hiatus; let's be moody

That's how it goes, isn't it? I wouldn't be too concerned by my departure from my comfort green (I do a crap enough job at overhauls, you might find a slither of grass between the concrete), nor my choice to let red (anger, blood, passion, grrr, and so on) stay. If I wanted this blog to perfectly match my other islands across the internet then I very well could but I wanted this place to be monotone. I think it makes sense for the kind of space I want to make it and red is what tethers me to this space, no matter how I change it. Not like my visual identity is a pocketful of sunshine anyway, I chew on that grunge and spit it out between each meal. The grunge is my meal, all of them. Grunge toast (you guessed it, wholemeal AND burnt because that's so crazy of me), grunge sardie no gherkins, grunge kiev and when I slice it open the grunge oil just-- Ah fuck, FUCK, fuck... All over my-- You dumb cunt (perhaps targeted towards self, perhaps towards the kiev, or distributed between us…