I tried but I just couldn't help but click onto CarolC's blue clicky thing entitled "Don't click here" (having expended all my restraint in not posting to the original "Don't post" thread)and what did I see but a pile of left socks (only two of which were argyle) and in each was a pick and a kazoo of many colors that played in the key of Q and there were some angry-looking people fighting over something or other and I almost snuck away but I've never even heard of anything that played in the key of Q and in a frenzy of unbridled greed mixed with the sweet euphoria of giving in and not restraining my self I said to my self "Self, you oughta steal one of those low-octave Q kazoos" and so I tried but one of them caught me and they were gonna roast me and they were gonna sit on me and squash me and they were gonna bake me in a pie but just when all seemed lost, this little opossum came and led the kazoos in a rowsing rendition of Day Tripper and confused the angry-looking people long enough for me to escape and I crawled back out of the blue clcky thing and was going to pretend like nothing happened because I was so judgemental earlier and I turned out to be just as guilty as everyone else in my blatant disregard for suggestions put there by wiser people than me for my own good but the blue clicky thing (having been clicked) was now purple and there was no way I could get away with it and so I admit openly that I can't resist sometimes and I feel so much better and see so much clearer with that off my chest that now I realize that conjunctions are every bit as dangerous as angry-looking people in that the surgeon generahas determined conjuntions to be the leading cause of run-on sentences.

Rich