Well, all broke-dick mamaluccas eventually need a safe port in a storm, right? It's comforting to know that the NYCFTTS is out there, serving as a final refuge for us anal-retentive types who can't keep our mouths shut or our fingers off the keyboard....we who simply MUST share our every thought with hundreds of people we'll probably never meet. By golly, I'm about ready to bust into tears here, just thinking about how a room has been reserved for ME at the NYCFTTS for when I finally lapse into total, absolute, driveling inanity and chuckle-headed uselessness. Yesirree. Any time now...