A goot friend of mine sent me a greeting card today, tankies! Work on the page is slowly progressing. This page is just a single stop on my site that I am working on. "Ride of the Valkyries playing softly in the background" Here comes the meandering ramble of the rage... First off, who gave the elephant the authority to violate the senate's automotive service center? I would really like to know what his majesty was dreaming about as the frog played cribbage to the wee hours of the day. Come on, damnit! Where'd the black sunshine come from? These things begin to hurt the trees of thought inside my carrot. Secondly, as fast as the tinsel can eat it's way through the emotions of the city street, why can't we begin to overload the hydrogen in the soul? Seems to me like the currency that we value so much could lose us some sense of fantasy. But no, we continue daydreaming about paper airplanes and roses. Last and least, what is the difference between Al Gore and a puppy? After two weeks the puppy opens his eyes and stops whining. :-) Take care world... (exit the rage stage left)