BS: Mudcat Tavern Holiday erudition (2005)

Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Tavern Holiday erudition (2005)
From: GUEST,Mingulay at work
Date: 01 Dec 05 - 07:51 AM

Thank god the Tavern's open again, I was beginning to wonder what I was going to do this year. Anyone mind if I stay till Boxing Day.

Hmmm. Might be a rash decision, that duck seems to have regrown its sharp and pointy bits and it's pissed already! Is there still a squid in the jello? Do we have sufficient stocks of Owd Roger to last the night? Why do the incontinent ones always have to stand nearest the fire? Answers to these and many more questions are to be found inside the Christmas cracker next to your plate. Ah well, better make the best of a deteriorating situation - barsteward a pint of 6x please and one of those chewy looking bar snacks.

Retires to a quiet corner sips beer and ponders the meaning of life, the university and dried whelks.

A tinsel wrapped christmas spatula floats by and looks at the top of the tree in a knowing way.

December again sheesh.

Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Tavern Holiday erudition (2005)
From: Geoff the Duck
Date: 01 Dec 05 - 09:01 AM

Geoff the Duck is sitting quietly in a warm corner near to the Southern end of the bar. He is still re-setting his bearings, as the Mudcat Tavern was the last place he expected to find behind the thick oaken door he had recently discovered blocking his path. In fact, he had been in the dark so long that he had almost forgotten his original mistake of leaning too far over the outpulled drawer of a shiny new white ash dresser, down at the furniture warehouse.
It seemed like he had been there for years, what, with the weeks wandering through the winter rimed woods, past the ruins of the deserted castles, the extended sessions drinking with those strange creatures, half man and half goat with funny shaped balls, what did they call themselves? Ah yes! Rugby players...
Finally, he recalls, one day a wrong turn led him into a thicket, and as he turned round to go back to the woods, there seemed to be a distinctive noise and a strange light, the World seemed for an instant to have turned blue and clicky, and instead of the bushes, he was sudenly facing cold stone walls. He had found himself in a circular chamber with a domed ceiling. At intervals along the wall, there were doors. Each was diferent, one was varnished pine, another walnut veneer, a third was dark oak and yet another might have been fine grained plywood with a coloured stain applied expertly to make it look more expensive.
Realisation had suddenly dawned. The forest concealed somehow within the furniture must have been the Magical World known to the select few visitors as Ikea....

Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Tavern Holiday erudition (2005)
From: Rapparee
Date: 01 Dec 05 - 09:04 AM

Overhead, the roof echoes with the tramp of thirty-two tiny hooves and the sound of sleigh runner crunching the crust of the snow. Two footsteps echo downward, the sound of a heavy body and an "AAAAAAAAHHH!" like you make when you stretch after stopping during a long drive to loose your muscles and empty your bladder.

Then, other sounds, other voices, from on high and everyone becomes still and looks aloft, as if they could peer through the Olde Oaken Roofe Beams.

"Outa the bag and grab him, boys!" and the sounds of a scuffle, the sounds of small, elven, fists smacking into rotound flesh.

"Got the old bastard!" "Tie him up good, Jocko!" "Death to the bloated exploiter of Elvish labor!" and other cries in high-pitched voices echo through the room below. Even the squid and the cats are temporarily silent.

"Okay, boys! Shove him down the chimney! Do it headfirst and let's get back to the Pole! You Know Who's Waiting There For Us!"

And a large, white-bearded, soot-covered, Carhart-clad body thumps headfirst into the fire. Tied with ropes, cuffed with handcuffs, chained with chains, it quickly rolls out of the fire, smothering any burning spots on the way.

"Say, friends," says the old man, "Could you untie, uncuff, and unchain me? Hijacked on a pre-Yule test flight by the elves. Who would have believed that the little Commies had it in them?"

Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Tavern Holiday erudition (2005)
From: Stilly River Sage
Date: 01 Dec 05 - 10:11 PM

One of the ducks drops down from the rafters and stomps out a burning spot on the Jolly Old Elf's hat and collar, then flys over to sit on the bar next to a calico cat.

Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Tavern Holiday erudition (2005)
From: Liz the Squeak
Date: 02 Dec 05 - 07:16 AM

Shame about that handcuff key.. .anyone got a hacksaw?

LTS

Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Tavern Holiday erudition (2005)
From: Morticia
Date: 02 Dec 05 - 07:35 AM

you know Liz, that's awfully close to his...........ooooops...which door leads to the Emergency Room again?

Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Tavern Holiday erudition (2005)
From: Geoff the Duck
Date: 02 Dec 05 - 07:57 AM

Don't go through the oak one, you never know where you might get stuck!
You should have tried brandy butter, it being seasonal and such likes....
Quack!

Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Tavern Holiday erudition (2005)
From: Rapparee
Date: 02 Dec 05 - 09:35 AM

"Rum, please. Pusser's Admiral, if you have it. Straight up, svp. The 151 proof stuff, gracias. And a lighter. Right, thanks."

He watches as Liz and Morticia drag the bleeding Jolly Old off, screaming, to a private room. Hmmm, he thinks, probably something about the chains and handcuffs. None of his business, though.

Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Tavern Holiday erudition (2005)
From: MMario
Date: 02 Dec 05 - 09:48 AM

Blood always brings out a feeding frenzy of some sort...Not that there's anything wrong with that...

Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Tavern Holiday erudition (2005)
From: GUEST,The Giant Squid
Date: 02 Dec 05 - 10:35 AM

Shuffling off behind the threesome, the squid is heard to mutter "direct pressure. Didn't anyone teach these two about direct pressure?" A moment later there is a giddy laugh, a small shriek, then a muffled curse as the squid seizes Santa around his middle so [not] small and tumbles him into the sea. Where he has enough purchase that he can stop the bleeding but nearly drowns Santa in the process. Hauling Santa back onto the beach, it can be seen that the squid's mighty beak has cleanly sheered off the handcuffs, ropes and chains.

"Remember, Santa, I want a REAL Rolex for each arm, not any of those cheesy Chinatown knockoffs."

Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Tavern Holiday erudition (2005)
From: GUEST,Mingulay at work
Date: 02 Dec 05 - 11:33 AM

The squirrel sat in a corner of the fireplace contemplating his nuts slowly roasting by the fire when he was awakened from his reverie by the smell of burning hair and a warm feeling in his nether regions. A piece of smouldering Santa hat had landed on him. Quickly brushing himself down and closely inspecting the damage he headed for the bar and a stiff drink. Damn, the bottle opener had gone again so grabbing the duck by the legs he upended it and used its beak to lever off the cap of a bottle of St.Bernadus Quadrupel 12%. Dropping the duck in an undignified heap (no change there), he headed off towards the gaily painted MDF door, reached out and turned the handle...........

The sound of an empty bottle spinning on a stone floor echoed through the half empty doorway!!!!!!!!!

Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Tavern Holiday erudition (2005)
From: Stilly River Sage
Date: 02 Dec 05 - 05:18 PM

Rapaire, are you planning to run someone through with that pig sticker of yours? Stop running in the tavern with it--the barkeep has some more marshmellows for you. Settle down by the fire. That is Rapaire running with the sword, right? Wait, maybe it isn't. . .maybe it's. . .

Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Tavern Holiday erudition (2005)
From: GUEST
Date: 02 Dec 05 - 05:19 PM

Har!

Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Tavern Holiday erudition (2005)
From: Rapparee
Date: 02 Dec 05 - 05:25 PM

Dear God In Heaven Above!

It's the RALPHS!!!

Thank goodness I have my smallsword!!!

And...the rum...the lighter...it's AFTERBURNER TIME!!!!


Whoosh!!!

Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Tavern Holiday erudition (2005)
From: Stilly River Sage
Date: 02 Dec 05 - 06:48 PM

At that moment, a bedraggled Santa was entering the tavern from the southern door.

Whoosh!

Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Tavern Holiday erudition (2005)
From: Geoff the Duck
Date: 02 Dec 05 - 07:56 PM

Whilst still musing on his time spent in the strange mystical Nether Universe, GtD was vaguely aware of the arrival of a strangely large and familiar multi-legged and somewhat squidgey shape. As the squid embraced the portly handcuffed gentleman, he was half dreaming of the castle at Caer-Para-Diff where he first met the "front row" before retiring to the steak house on Caroline Street. His mind drifted over the muddy bay of tigers whilst a small and defenceless merganser was viciously assaulted at the bar.
His attention was suddenly drawn back to the present when a door smashed open. Strange, he thought, there seem to be a lot more doors in this place than there ever used to be, and not two the same shape, size or colour! Has a mad carpenter been on the loose since my last visit.
As he tried to make sense of the new arrivals, several members of the party flung themselves flat on the ground. If there is one thing to be learned from a lifetime of experience, and nominal predetermination, a good one is "Know when to DUCK", and he did....rapidly!!!

Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Tavern Holiday erudition (2005)
From: Geoff the Duck
Date: 02 Dec 05 - 08:23 PM

WHOOSH?

What was all that about, then?
As soon as it seemed safe to move, GtD sidled towards a gap in the bar. He knew when to get out of the line of fire (And when the fire is hot and directional - getting out of it takes on greater meaning...).
He slipped behind the bar and found a half full barrel of porter which appeared to be unattended and in need of company. After sampling it, in the nature of being a good deed on behalf of later visitors, GtD peeked over the counter (oh yes - a peeking duck) to see a squirrel, with the charred remains of a bushy tail, staring wide eyed at the soggy Santa.

Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Tavern Holiday erudition (2005)
From: Rapparee
Date: 02 Dec 05 - 10:02 PM

Because someone (who shall remain nameless at the moment) had taken a mouthful of 151 proof rum and spewed it forth through the flame of the lighter.

Yes, it was the infamous drink called...an Afterburner!!

(Too bad about the squirrel.)

Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Tavern Holiday erudition (2005)
From: Stilly River Sage
Date: 02 Dec 05 - 10:14 PM

Too bad about Santa! Poor guy's going to be bald until his beard and hair grow back. He'll go around the planet in 23 days looking like Yasser Arafat with his uniformly short stubble.

Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Tavern Holiday erudition (2005)
From: Geoff the Duck
Date: 03 Dec 05 - 09:29 AM

GtD glanced down towards the wall at the far end of the bar. Somebody had written with chalk on the menu board -


    Starters....
                Roast Squirrel
            (WARNING - this product may contain nuts)

Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Tavern Holiday erudition (2005)
From: SINSULL
Date: 03 Dec 05 - 09:36 AM

Alice the cat strolls carefully over to the smoking squirrel, sniffs its tail with great interest, turns and pisses on it. "That will have to do until Micca shows up", she muses as she goes back to see if the salmon is ready.

Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Tavern Holiday erudition (2005)
From: Rapparee
Date: 03 Dec 05 - 10:16 AM

Fresh from squirrel roasting, he moseys over to a door and peeks through. There, sure enough and just as he suspected, is a sign that reads:

Mudcat Holiday Tavern
Warning: May contain nuts & seafoord. Also may contain alcohol, which may cause dizziness, pregnancy, logorrhea, off-key music, and coyote dating.

He quietly closes the door, doubtful that he will become pregnant, and so quietly consumes a flip.

Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Tavern Holiday erudition (2005)
From: Geoff the Duck
Date: 03 Dec 05 - 10:29 AM

GtD waves across at SINSULL.
Put out a chair and sit down, the leather topped ones aren't burning as badly as the velvet covered ones.
Have yourself a pint of Rudolph's Revenge and put your feet up for a while.

Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Tavern Holiday erudition (2005)
From: Geoff the Duck
Date: 03 Dec 05 - 10:33 AM

I'm Sorry I'll Read That Again

Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Tavern Holiday erudition (2005)
From: Stilly River Sage
Date: 03 Dec 05 - 11:53 AM

The salmon isn't coming into the room until cats STOP peeing on squirrels.

Sage scoops up the injured squirrel, erases the chaulk board on her way out to the porch, where the squirrel is quickly soaped, rinsed, and released into the rafters.

Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Tavern Holiday erudition (2005)
From: Rapparee
Date: 03 Dec 05 - 01:57 PM

And he quietly picks up his Purple Jesus and retreats, sword in hand, roasted weenie on sword, to the corner where he proceeds to eat his weenie and sing his traditional songs of the season:

"Chet's nuts roasting on an open fire...."

and

"Oh by gosh by golly, it's time for Mary and for Holly,
Jessica, Erin, Samantha, Sharon --
All presents waiting for me."

and

"You'd better watch out, you'd better not pout,
You'd better be good I'm telling you why,
Santa Claus is dead."

All the songs he learned as a tender young lad as, clad in tattered rags, he sold burnt matchsticks to bloated oppressors of the laboring classes...and his mind drifts back to his student days, shivering in a garret whilst his stub of a candle guttered in the drafts, a moldy crust of bread and ditchwater his food and drink, but his mind hungering and thirsting for knowledge even though he couldn't afford the textbooks needed for the classes he snuck into, much less a warm coat or something other than a pallet on the floor..

Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Tavern Holiday erudition (2005)
From: Stilly River Sage
Date: 03 Dec 05 - 03:53 PM

Sage reenters the room and glances around. A warm glow from the fire, a warm buzz from the booze, and she can see that Rapaire has fallen asleep on the warmly-hued fine old walnut bench in the corner reading nook with his head resting on a copy of Oliver Twist. Turning back to the door, she signals to some casual laborers from the neighborhood to haul a large silver fir into the room and securely mount it in it's assembled tree stand. One of the smaller in the group scrambles into the rafters and secures some guy wires. He also tosses down a harness that is still attached to the rafters from two years ago. The harness has dried sap on it from a misadventure with the tree from 2003.

Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Tavern Holiday erudition (2005)
From: Geoff the Duck
Date: 03 Dec 05 - 04:09 PM

Blimey - was the self launching Christmas tree TWO years back?
I'm still shaking in my boots whenever I smell pine needles!!!!!!!
QUACK!!!

Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Tavern Holiday erudition (2005)
From: Liz the Squeak
Date: 03 Dec 05 - 06:34 PM

Watch out for Doctor Who on TV this Christmas in the UK, the Christmas trees do more than self launch!

LTS

Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Tavern Holiday erudition (2005)
From: GUEST,Gluon!!
Date: 03 Dec 05 - 06:48 PM

Quark!!

Quark!!

Quark!!

Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Tavern Holiday erudition (2005)
From: SINSULL
Date: 03 Dec 05 - 10:32 PM

While Ms. Sage is busy with her tacky silver tree, Alice sneaks off to the kitchen, helps herself to a giant portion of salmon, tucks a bit away for her fellow kitties, and pisses on the rest. Out through the north door she sneaks. Merry Christmas to all.

Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Tavern Holiday erudition (2005)
From: Rapparee
Date: 03 Dec 05 - 11:01 PM

He raises his head from his pillow and recites:

The quality of krill is not strain'd,        
It droppeth as a gentle soup from heaven        
Upon the balleen beneath: it is twice bless'd;        
It blesseth him that strains and him that eats:        
'Tis mightiest in the mightiest; it becomes        
The mighty blue whale better than anything;        
His blowhole shows the force of temporal power,        
The attribute to awe and majesty,        
Wherein doth sit the dread and fear of whales;        
But krill is above this watery sway,        
It is enthroned in the hearts of whales,        
It is an attribute to God himself,        
And earthly power doth then show likest God's        
When krill seasons the waters.

And he falls asleep again, without spilling a single droplet.

Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Tavern Holiday erudition (2005)
From: Stilly River Sage
Date: 03 Dec 05 - 11:13 PM

Clementine, the bold, bouncy, rotund calico races to the rescue, defty tossing a sheet of Saran Wrap over the top of the salmon before the naughty British kitty can empty her bladder on the remainder of the food.

Carefully rolling and pulling the smarmy plastic from the pristine fish, Clementine helps herself to a mighty cat mouthful before strolling off to sleep in the back of the pickup. "What they don't know won't hurt them," she purrs to herself. . .

Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Tavern Holiday erudition (2005)
From: Stilly River Sage
Date: 03 Dec 05 - 11:26 PM

Or was that a New England kitty?

Who's making the wassail this year?

Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Tavern Holiday erudition (2005)
From: SINSULL
Date: 04 Dec 05 - 11:24 AM

Note to Stilly - Alice is NYC born and raised which explains a lot. The move to New England didn't mellow her any.

Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Tavern Holiday erudition (2005)
From: Stilly River Sage
Date: 04 Dec 05 - 12:05 PM

Ah, one of those cats with "attitude."

Sage pulls a nice hot knish out of the warming oven next to the stove in the back room, crumbles it onto a saucer, and puts it on the floor in the corner for the NYC kitty to discover.

Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Tavern Holiday erudition (2005)
From: Liz the Squeak
Date: 04 Dec 05 - 02:29 PM

Ah.. is that the aroma of garlic bread I smell? Done to an old Dorset recipe (burnt to buggery).... don't anyone light that candle!!

LTS

Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Tavern Holiday erudition (2005)
From: My guru always said
Date: 04 Dec 05 - 05:05 PM

"Hmm, what's a knish then?" enquired the Very British Female Tabby who hasn't even peed on a banjo, let alone played one "Well at least Alice left me this stash of salmon.... Now, where can I find the tupperware???"

Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Tavern Holiday erudition (2005)
From: Rapparee
Date: 04 Dec 05 - 05:36 PM

Over in the corner, he turned in his sleep and pulled the buffalo robe tighter around him. Dreaming of sugarplums? no -- he dreamt on of his youth, of working in the sewers of Paris so that he could afford to live on the Left Bank while sneaking into classes at the Sorbonne, of his life in the trenches during The Great War, when the gas and shell and Maxim guns tearing the heart out of a generation precluded him from developing friendships because they would be torn asunder by the implacable enemy; of his service with La Legion Etranger and the miles of hiking through the deserts of North Africa where Berbers lurked behind every dune with their jezails primed; and of that sweet young girl he left behind when he first went to Hollywood in search of fame and fortune, the innocent young thing who he had promised to return to and who ended up marrying Clem Bob Simms, the President of the local university instead.

In his sleep he reached again for the bottle of absinthe.

Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Tavern Holiday erudition (2005)
From: Stilly River Sage
Date: 04 Dec 05 - 08:33 PM

Rapaire seems to have shifted in his sleep from the Dickens onto a stack of novels of Hemingway and Fitzgerald and Hilton, with some Ezra Pound and T.S. Eliot poetry in there to bring the stack to a comfortable height.

Knish and tell. . .

Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Tavern Holiday erudition (2005)
From: SINSULL
Date: 04 Dec 05 - 10:55 PM

AAAAAlice! AAAAAlice! No where to be found.
Maybe I better take that knish off your hands Stilly. You can have my soul in return.
Gobble...gobble...Yum Yum

Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Tavern Holiday erudition (2005)
From: GUEST,Mingulay at work
Date: 05 Dec 05 - 07:03 AM

Squirrels have rights too, said the squirrel pulling on an ill fitting but seemingly discarded racoon skin. Hmmmm, Davey Crockett been around here? The skin was tight, covered in stains of a most unsalubrious nature and somewhat threadbare. It also had a large amount of cat hair and duck feathers adhering to the inside of the pockets. The most curious thing, however, was that it was wet and smelled strongly of cephalopod dropping. My god, a squid disguise!!

Think I'll stay in the rafters a while he thought when, without warning, a huge silver tree thwacked him in the hinquarters and pinned him to the ceiling. It was not going to be a good Christmas!

Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Tavern Holiday erudition (2005)
From: Rapparee
Date: 05 Dec 05 - 08:56 AM

What could she have seen in him? he wondered in his sleep. Tall, handsome, virile, wealthy beyond the wildest dreams of Croesus, a doctorate each in physics, mathematics, and astronomy, caring and sensitive and yet an expert outdoorsman able to canoe Class VII rapids using only a single shingle, a former smoke jumper who'd saved an entire mountain village single-handed, one of the founders of Medicins Sans Frontieres -- what could Earleena have seen in him?

He sighed in his sleep for what could have been and awakened suddenly with a Great Need. Sleepily, he stumbled to door marked "Men", little knowing that some trickster had painted over the "Wo". The little icon gave him no pause because of the number of Scotsmen drinking blended whiskey at the bar and who, by the tilt of their kilts, were about to become whiskey frisky.

Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Tavern Holiday erudition (2005)
From: GUEST,Mingulay at work
Date: 05 Dec 05 - 09:19 AM

Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Tavern Holiday erudition (2005)
From: GUEST,Mingulay at work
Date: 05 Dec 05 - 09:32 AM

Oh! Rapaire, poor misguided fool, Earleena was of good British yeoman stock and knew the correct spelling of whisky. You shattered your own dreams and illusions by displaying yourself as a COLONIAL!!!

She also understood the significance of the tilted kilt as an obscure Caledonian mating ritual, knowing that the pen is is seldom mightier that the sword when doused with cheap blended whisky. Friskiness is seldom an option.

That squirrel doesn't look very happy up there!

Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Tavern Holiday erudition (2005)
From: MMario
Date: 06 Dec 05 - 09:51 AM

well - they've discovered a new animal in Borneo - and I was thinking it might star in our Christmas menu - but it turns out to be a carnivore - and most mammalian carnivores tend to have too strong a taste for most people. So still looking for a good suggestion as to what to serve. I could reheat the leftover Aurochs chili.

Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Tavern Holiday erudition (2005)
From: Stilly River Sage
Date: 06 Dec 05 - 10:08 AM

Why don't you make auroch tamale pie? I have a good cornbread recipe to put over the top of it.

Someone wring out that raccoon in the rafters, please--it's dripping on the bar. Anyone taking bets on when Rapaire decides to retreat from the laddies room? Is he going to hide in a stall in shame until everyone else leaves the room so he can exit undetected?

Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Tavern Holiday erudition (2005)
From: MMario
Date: 06 Dec 05 - 11:03 AM

Christmas 2005
Mudcat Tavern

For The Carnivorous:

Therium Platter - a mixed grill of your choice of the following, grilled to your taste over a mixture of Zitan, Purpleheart, Torimiro and Rapa Nui Giant Palm. Served with a variety of dipping sauces and a side salad.

        Uintatherium
        Baluchitherium
        Chalicotherium
        Indricatherium
        Paraceratherium


Patagonian Doedicurus - boneless bite-sized pieces of tender * filet stewed in the animals own armourplate; over Giant Palm charcoal. Includes chopped Maca, krlìing and skirrets

*Our Doedicurus are prime young animals taken before their growth makes the meat tough. No specimen over 12 foot passes our rigid standards.

Passenger Pigeon - grilled or deep fried served with a side of Rapa Nui Giant Palm heart slaw

Aurochs Tamale Pie (serves 2)


For the Herbivores:

Malabar Gourd a Gratin - the tender gourd baked with cheese and a subtle sauce of Aurochs cream and Dodo eggs

Peruvian Platter - a balanced mix of Yacon and Oca crisps, served on a tender crisp bed of Ulloca leaves

Mashua Medley - white yellow red and purple Mashua , diced, sauted and artistically arranged on a bed of mixed greens.

Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Tavern Holiday erudition (2005)
From: Rapparee
Date: 06 Dec 05 - 11:30 AM

My, my. That sounds delicious.

And so, have escaped from the --men's Room by the subtle disguise of crawling out a window and returning, whistling nonchalantly, through the side door, he asks quietly for a drink. A triple. Neat. Of Everclear.

Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Tavern Holiday erudition (2005)
From: Leadfingers
Date: 06 Dec 05 - 11:37 AM

1oo the post !!