See, here's the problem as I see it.
You're going to ask questions. That's fine. Were we sitting in a room together, it would be likely that I would be able to answer many of the questions and not answer some of them. I might even say "Shoot, that was a good one, I sould have known that gaul durn it."
This, however is the "internet". Perhaps you've read about it. On the "internet" there is a super secret way to access essentially 90% of the kowledge known to mankind.
BAM! So, regardless of what question you ask, I'm going to find the answer. Unless it's some dumbass "what's my middle name?" or "how many penises am I sucking" type of super personal unkowable question.
This brings me to a question of my own:
Why?
What's the goal here? To **** me off? SUCCESS!! To have something to do? Let's talk about the growing fears that security for the Olympics in Greece won't be adequate, or what books you're reading, or how long it takes you to build ships in a bottle or whatever other pointless banal thing it is you do to stretch out the days of your pitiful existance. But SOMETHING a little more challanging than this.
You can do it.
Edited, Sat May 1 00:31:03 2004 by Smasharoo
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