Thanks for coming to the party, Lannie! I was going to say, climb on up here on one of the soap boxes, but who knows what a fuckin' soap box is anymore, eh? I'm more likely to be standing on some plastic crates: a legacy of the Holland Tulip Bulb Fiasco that goes back long before the post-San Fran Earthquake Evang preachers telling us from soap boxes that whiskey and sex are the reason everyone should call 1-God-BUY-LIMO. There are oh so many things for King Canute to yell at the tides while the tectonic plates march on under Fukushima. Like I've said before, I really shouldn't be around ta interwebs, and ChatGPT is probably trying to figure out my deal... haha