Crap, Paul? Crap?? Now let's just eat a reality sandwich here. Yeah, sure, I'm undertooled, even behind the eight-ball at times, I admit. But at least I don't do that kumbaya shit and I'm still basically queen of the pigs. Now quit skiing off-piste, do some black-sky thinking and give me something buzzworthy. So far, you're all sausage and no sizzle. Yeah?