Well, I guess another one bites the dust. As usual, I lose. Since wounded prey is about all some of you big game hunters can really handle, go ahead and take your shots. Go ahead and call it a pity party. That some of you are so quick to mistake unabashed sincerity for pity seeking says more about yourselves than it does about me, I like to think. Anyway, you can all get an extra chuckle out of knowing that she's laffin' right along with you. Knowing that, and in recognition of the fact that there's never really been much of anything here for me anyway, I kinda doubt I'll be back. Yeah, I know I'll be missed.