No posts in forty-five minutes. Sorry, but it is DEADLY around here and I think we need some frenzies instead of people sitting on their complacent butt cheeks staring at the ceiling and dreaming of Rod McKuen poetry. Skammen, I say, and skammen I say again. You know me - I'm a loose cannon, baby, and I might just suddenly lock the discussion board until July is over because the heat has gotten to me and I've become quite insane and may do anything.