DIY Amateur Art and Literature Museum

[Roy Hunter]

What color stands out well on blue? Should I make them yellow? I'll try it.

Red with green and blue with yellow are best avoided since they are the colour pairings that some people are colour blind with. If I were designing a web page I would either make the background a bit darker than that and make the writing white, or light blue; or else I would make the background lighter and keep all the text black, or a dark colour. Contrasts of light and dark are far better than contrasts of opposing colours for people who don't see too well.

[Almighty Doer of Stuff]

What about white? I just tested my main page (not uploaded yet) with black text and white hyperlinks, and it seems easy enough to read.

[Roy Hunter]

What about white? I just tested my main page (not uploaded yet) with black text and white hyperlinks, and it seems easy enough to read.

White backgrounds with dark text can cause people's eyes to feel tired quite quickly, but white text on a dark background is what I tend to favour myself. I usually make the hyperlinks a light blue or green to distinguish them from regular text.

[Almighty Doer of Stuff]

It's not a white background with dark text, though. Its a mid-brightness background with black text and white hyperlinks. I just uploaded the new versions of my pages. How is it?

[Roy Hunter]

That's not bad at all. I would have avoided the contrast between white hyperlinks and black text, but it looks really good against that mid-blue background. Maybe I should stop criticising your colour scheme now and have a look at the content?

(Actually, I should really do some work instead, but I can't be bothered. )

[TwistedSister]

Oh FSM, ADOS!!!
Your kitty, Kitty looks just like a cat I had YEARS ago called Peanut. (Peanut was about the size of a small watermelon)

Site looks good! Very easy to read now!

[bacon]

The following is a true story. I started working on this while I was walking my dog the other day. I may have to work on the rhythm of this, but here the first draft.


Ode To A Lonely Sandwich

While I was walking on the round
I did discover upon my way
A lonely sandwich on the ground
Looking as if it was dropped that day

Oh lonely sandwich on the ground
How did you wind up upon this place?
You surely were tasty before found
Did you get dropped in disgrace?

Days went by, two, three then four
And the sandwich did stay
How is it that you have been upon the floor
Yet still look like you were dropped yesterday?

Oh lonely sandwich on the ground
There must be something wrong
How is it that ants have not found
And gathered upon you in a throng

Weeks now stretched from one to two
And yet the sandwich did not move
Your salami looks as good as new
The preservatives have nothing more to prove

Oh lonely sandwich on the ground
It’s been over a month before
I’ve noticed you are no longer around
The lonely sandwich is no more

[black bart]

Inspirational...it reminds me of this poem from Charles Dicken's 'The Pickwick Papers':

Ode to an Expiring Frog

Can I view thee panting, lying
On thy stomach, without sighing;
Can I unmoved see thee dying
On a log
Expiring frog!"'

'"Say, have fiends in shape of boys,
With wild halloo, and brutal noise,
Hunted thee from marshy joys,
With a dog,
Expiring frog!"'

[Edd]

Excellent work, bacon!

[bacon]

Thank you both!

(takes bow)

[TwistedSister]

Sorry I didn't comment sooner Bacon............you ARE a strange young woman is all I'm saying.

[bacon]

Oh good! I'm glad I didn't disappoint!

[Roland Deschain]

That was beautiful. I cried for that sandwich. Here is my own attempt:-

Ode to a Bucket of Easter Eggs I Found on Special Offer in Tesco

Oh bucket of Easter eggs,
All shiny and clean.
Oh bucket of Easter eggs,
All chocolately sheen.

Oh bucket of Easter eggs,
I want to eat you.
Oh bucket of Easter eggs,
I want to buy you.

Oh bucket of Easter eggs,
You're seven pounds fifty.
Oh bucket of Easter eggs,
Your price is so nifty.

Oh bucket of Easter eggs,
Your eggs number twelve.
Oh bucket of Easter eggs,
You're still on the shelf.

[daftbeaker]

Ode to nasty beer

It tasted foul
But it was only two pound fity
Bugger me my head hurts

[Roy Hunter]

Weekend haiku.

Spring has sprung and so,
Has Theakston's Old Peculier,
Morning on toilet.