Dear Scabrous Scaliwags, Whereas it's true that some of you are in the pool for the fabulous wealth, many are not. For the most part, our members consist of the lowest vermin on earth. However, our dear, departed Mrs. Hoosier was one of the nicest people I've known. I can only hope that all of you spent some time getting to know her. This Thursday night, go out of your way to talk to someone different. There's a remote possibility they might be worth knowing a fraction as much as Mrs. Hoosier. I know she will be looking down with her sunny smile checking on you. Peace. Sometimes a FYSMD/P earth-shattering event occurs - something on the order of gravity being repealed or: No beer in Gwermo's hand A day without Big Byte on the computer Mona or Surge not telling a joke Mrs Paul not washing his hands. An equally bizarre thing is the mighty tight Butt in first place! Congrats!! And by the way, great picks Beaners. Keep up the bad work! May ketchup always find your shirt, The Commish Return