I'm usually looking at the plain grey theme, but I don't see a problem with either of the other schemes (brown/tan or blue/grey).

Well, the olive-esque color comes up to the left of each message, you know, the background color over there

<--- where it says Undertoad. And it's not olive, really, although it's not exactly tan either.

And the brown isn't brown, it's brick, because it would be maroon except that it has more orange in it.

say "orange"

blue here.

Yeah, at work I'm sterile too. ;) At home, I'm all about the blue, baybay.

Olive? My monitor shows gray with a vague greenish cast, and Rustoleum Damp-Proof Primer Red.
I use blue, but the drawback of that is, I can't see hidden(white) lettering some people use, until I highlight or quote. :(

On my laptop, it looks slate gray, and rusty brick red.

I like Clods description. Seems thats what I see as well.

Mine looks brown and cream, with grey trim and grey where the names are.

Oranges poranges who said
Oranges poranges who said
Oranges poranges who said
there ain't no rhyme for oranges?
--witchie poo

Non-stop "Year in Review" and "Decade in Review" are irritating every years. Everyone does it, radio, tv, all of it is blaaaa. Get on with it people. Stop living in the past already.

Doorhinges.

Fecking bastard loud fireworks.

Pil's poorly (not too poorly to wreck a toy) and I've given him his antibiotics and painkillers. Would really like it if he could just snooze calmly. As it is he keeps being frightened by nasty whizz-bangs. Poor lamb.

The big flurry of them at midnight...I don;t like em, but y'know, it's celebratory. Why are people letting them off randomly from 4pm onwards? grrrr.

The two bottles of champagne and fifth of Jimmy Beam I drank last night.

ooh. I like the blue bettah!

Something in my guts.
I've got it better than Mum, who is really quite poorly (mostly non-gut related so I assume it's not the same cause) but then I have to put up with her as well. Feeling under the weather tends to make my mother a little... tetchy.

Tetchier is more accurate, existing as she does in a permanent state of tetch.

So I have grumbling bowels and a grumbling old woman nagging at me.
Oh, and a coldsore coming up.