Question: what does the following quote -
"Make me grow Braniac fingers, but with more hair!"
(Captain Beefheart, "Debra Kedabra", Bongo Fury album, Zappa/Beefheart/Mothers, live at the Armadillo World Headquarters in Austin, TX 1975)
- have to do with Britney Spears?
Perhaps this should be seriously looked into. Uber's location has much to offer, such as the Texicalli Grill, Waterloo Records and impromptu Hole-In-The-Wall meetings of the Fifth International Tendency / slash / National Antisocialist Polish Copier Technician's Movement / slash / Storm Door Company.
I was nowhere near Scottsdale yesterday.
That MySpace version wasn't rough enough so here we go again:
HELGA: keep this one away from all sharp objects.
GRETA: had a penchant for inappropriately used curling irons.
BRUNHILDE: into icepicks, battle axes, potato masher grenades and ripping out intestines with bare hands.
ILSA: photography pervert.
AGNETHA: great singer.
DARLING NIKKI: homicidal maniac.
CLARENCE: convincing from a distance but needs to lose the stubble.
SHANNA: hide the credit cards.
BIJOU: how good is your medical insurance?
CLARICE: wear a cup.
Explanation for apparent situation in below posting:
See, at a local chocolate confectionary, the rest of us got so wired that we threw together about 50 lines of Applescript to send all those emails in care of Jermaine, plus phony press releases to west coast media contacts, European newspaper concerns and one mail room guy at the Cornwall Volkischer Beobachter. The other two were so hopped up on "Black Forest Bunker Surprise" that they probably recall nothing.
I'm looking around at some possible buys. You think this would impress the chicks?
Wait ... Christina Applegate getting a divorce???
Oh wait ... getting divorced because she's already got a replacement lined up.
Never mind. Queue up the talking robots:
[Cubert, Dwight and Tinny Tim sit around the table, bored. Enter Bender with the TV.]Bender: (gasping) Guys, guys something's happening on television again.
[He puts the TV on the table and plugs the plug into his ass socket. The TV flickers on just in time for Entertainment And Earth Invasion Tonite. Morbo and Linda sit in the studio. The studio backdrop features flying saucers hovering over the Hollywood sign.]
Morbo [on TV]: Welcome to Entertainment And Earth Invasion Tonite. Across the galaxy my people are completing the mighty space fleet that will exterminate the human race! But first, this news from Tinseltown.
[Footage of Antonio's breakdown appears behind Linda.]
Linda [on TV]: Following Antonio Calculon Jr's breakdown on set, the popular TV show All My Circuits will hold an open casting call for child robots to replace him.
Bender: An open casting call for child robots? Tinny Tim? Are you thinkin' what I'm thinkin'?
Tinny Tim: What's that sir?
Bender: That I, Bender, am perfect for the role!
Tinny Tim: You raised my hopes and dashed them quite expertly sir! [He raises his crutch.] Bravo!
*sigh*
PEKING DUCK: Directions? Time (hopefully 2pm)? Pricing?
The Genius Failure Paradox ... yeah, THAT'S why I bomb with the ladies!
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Let's analyze, shall we:
REASON #1: THEY'RE WRONG, BUT THEY CAN'T OR WON'T SEE IT OR ADMIT IT
REASON #2: THEY'RE BLIND AND ARROGANT
REASON #3: POOR SOCIAL SKILLS
REASON #4: THEY PSYCH THEMSELVES OUT
REASON #5: THEY SEEK ONLY "INFORMATIONAL SOLUTIONS"
REASON #6: THEY FOCUS ON LOGIC INSTEAD OF EMOTION
REASON #7: THEY'RE NOT USED TO THE CHALLENGE OF THE MOMENT
REASON #8: THEY THINK THAT DOING "NICE" THINGS IS THE "SMART WAY"
REASON #9: ALWAYS NEEDING TO BE THE EXPERT
REASON #10: THEY CAN'T DEAL WITH FEAR AND OTHER EMOTIONS
To this, I'm going to add another ...
REASON #11: THAT OLD SAYING THAT THERE'S SOMEONE FOR EVERYONE IS JUST A LOAD OF CRAP
Seriously, everytime I read crap like this, I rewind the memory banks to my younger days (back before a lifetime of rejection had beaten the will to live out of me). For whatever reason at the time (I'm certain it was brilliant for its time), I used to make some weird habit of putting my cards on the table early in any potentially romantic discussion with women by stating that I wasn't too crazy about airheads. Ya know how us really smart dudes need a chick who can keep up an intelligent conversation with us, right? Well, it turns out that every high school dropout going for their GED while in nursing school seems to take solace in this and wanted to prove that they were no airhead by dating me.
Lesson learned the hard way: nobody looks in the mirror, smiles from ear to ear, gives themselves two thumbs up and says "Yeah, I'm an airhead!" with any degree of pride. It's true ... despite all the mathematical and sociological evidence to prove that they are, indeed, an airhead ... they just failed to accept that reality.
Sometime, shortly thereafter, I knew that if there was any truth to quote from Reason #11, it would likely be that my one and only is an pygmie villager somewhere in Indonesia who speaks 20 different languages (none English), and knowing my luck, would cop an attitude if I asked her to move to America for me. That, by the way, never happened. I swear.
Tonight - NewYearsUberEve; bring GPS unit, mace and cuffs
January 8 - special movie event at Ralphieboy's place. A select group of wackos will get instructions later on the showing of the art film (no, really) "The Night Porter" (it's all Allie and Mary's idea), on the Saturday a week following UberEve. Cocktails at 7:30, small room jokes at 7:31, film at 8:45 (if Mary has to work; earlier if not). Uber's rental list is thoughtfully providing the feature; backup movie if delivery fails: PRISCILLA: QUEEN OF THE DESERT... or maybe Dracula: Prince Of Darkness.
Ya know, I feel for Kirstie Alley in her struggle with her girth. I mean, c'mon ... was there a hotter babe on TV than when she was on Cheers? So it is that I now find myself wondering the following:
Would I still find her hot if she dropped the weight tomorrow knowing what she'd look like the next time she ballooned up? ... or do I just write her off as yet another Scientology freak and never worry about this matter again?
Still ... gimme a time machine back to 1983 and I'd do her.
For the present, there's always the concern that Jenna Elfman has been lost to scientology. Hmmm ... Kirstie who?
Uber says it's on the way via the new Blockbuster DVD service, namely "The Night Porter" (Charlotte Rampling, Dirk Bogarde 1974). I understand that there are good AND BAD things about the film, WHICH I HAVE NOT SEEN EITHER.
Usual suspects so far: Thrillhouse, Ralfyboi, Uber, Zweeb, Mary, Allie. Date: January 8. Time: 7pm ish. Directions to follow via carrier pigeon...
If we have a quorum of followers of this blog (The Regulars), how does Jan. 9th sound for an evening at the Abode of Ralphieboy for a certain film? This is a week after the Uber Event and before many go back to college or whatever.
Be warned that my place is much smaller than Uber's and could adequately service only 8-10 people - but that would probably be the number interested in the film mentioned earlier by myself and Zweibel in hushed tones.
Other dates suggested?
My work party (with the free feed and progressive gift exchange madness) was last night at the new building and I needed a date. Fortunately, Allie was able to make time for this, in spite of a schedule even more demanding than MY Saturday. The work crowd now has a far better impression of me than they ought to have; Allie was easily the most beautifal woman in the joint. I couldn't have made a bigger splash if I'd walked in with Heidi Klum. For spicing up the Director's party, I could get a promotion out of this. Thanks, girl.
Personages among the cool set noted at Katz's last night included Zweeb, Mary, Ciara, Rachel, Lauren, Jeff and Ralfie. Matters brought up for discussion included the Katz's feature, a "Fifth Avenue" drink resembling a spiked chocolate shake, and other subjects such as Ralfie's ancient yet functional cell phone, world politics/culture/garbage truck design and Uber's social security number.
Woman wins over $400k for bad online dating match
Wha? This is a difficult one, folks. How much responsibility does a site which does international matchmaking hold in screening the candidates? And that leads to the questional of how much responsibility does a domestic service have? Too many lawsuits, people. It's not healthy...
I've run into a few interesting personages in my time. Do YOU recognize any of these?
GIRL 24
Physically perfect. Athletic. Not overly materialistic but you need to be loaded to keep up with this one, simply because she's in such demand that there's a lot of competition for her attention. If you're in her league you're doing stuff and going places nonstop. To pursue her, start drinking coffee, as well as learning a few new sports without sustaining too many injuries.
GIRL 10
Slamming body - not that you'd know it. Problem is, she's the worst dresser on the planet. See that pile of dirty clothes in the corner over there? Turn off the light and get dressed from that pile in the dark. Then turn on the light and look in the mirror. You're Cary Grant compared to this girl's idea of what goes together. Physically embarrassing to be with her. On top of that, she's a major tease but goes through boyfriends about one every 30 days to three weeks. Suspected to be still virgin.
GIRL 13
Body by Las Vegas. Can make trashy sequin or gold lame stuff look good. She's a little out of shape but not much. Gives you sexy remarks that she probably gives everybody else. Serious neuroses and psychoses. Mean streak well hidden. Watch out for this one; some dark and stormy night she could wind up on your doorstep in a raincoat with some skin-tight Halloween costume on underneath. This will seem like a good deal at the time, but will shortly DESTROY YOUR LIFE.
GIRL 22
Full lips. Great butt. Great legs. Fit and healthy. Good dancer. Knows music. Funny. Hot. Female impersonator.
It's products like this that make one pause to reflect on life's complexities.
It seems I've now sunken to the level of blogging by request. In the course of normal (and not-so-normal) emailing, I attempt to describe a complex topic as briefly as I can and I'm told that this is a wealth of blogging material that I'd be a fool to pass up. Also helps that the person doing the suggesting is an attractive blonde. So here we are ....
The topic has to do with a certain dirtly little male secret. Its been the subject of a Seinfeld episode and other television fare, so I know I'm not alone on this matter. In short, I have a ready list at all times of three well known celebrity females that, were they to phone me up at any odd hour of the day, I'd do what I'm told ... be it make a run to the grocery store, pick up dry cleaning, or marry them. No questions asked, that which is requested gets done. Want someone killed ... this is the way to go about it, I believe. If you're married, these people are the exception list you have that allows for an extramarital affair.
My own list has been pretty set for some time now:
Davis was the most recent addition after some haggling with another friend who clearly had her on his list and felt that I could not dip into his ... well, whatever this is. Since she's clearly my #3 on this list and the fact that even the top two are rather remote possibilities, I think we just agreed to accept that both of our lives sucked enough that this was all pointless anyway. Wish I hadn't flattened his tires before we got to that point, but stuff happens.
The grand lesson here is that we males are rather silly and pointless from time to time. But also worth illuminating are the rules that go into this very silly and pointless exercise. I stumbled onto this notion when replacing Drew Barrymore with Kristin Davis.
First thing first ... this list of mine contains actresses, nothing written in stone about this one, though. I've recently contemplated moving one of the listees to make room for songstress Liz Phair. Anyone that can make me contemplate going to an estrogen-rich all-chick concert must have something going for her. The Donnas did the same thing to me a while back, but there's four of them. Sure, the drummer is still hot, but with the point they're at in their career, I feel I need to see a good followup album by them to warrant future interest. I don't want to be a subservient lackey for just anyone, ya know.
Continuing ... the rules for such lists, as I see it are not mere beauty. Sure, that's the starting point. But there has to be some other basis that this is attached to. I opt for having witnessed a work of art that I can appreciate by these women. Nicole Kidman has done a number of great movies, for instance. Any male who sat through To Die For, however, likely has her as highly ranked as I do. The mostly nude scene in Human Stain ought to get more current moviegoers to updating their own lists. Nudity isn't required, but in the case of Kidman, partial nudity is a clincher for the top spot. Lauren Graham depicts the world's hottest mom and any woman that can get me to watch a teenybopper show in which the central focus is around the relationship about a mom and daughter has to have something at work. Oh, the lingerie scene in Sweet November is another strong selling point in the skin category. That she's also eight months older than me and has the looks of a woman (correction ... the hottest woman) at least a decade younger, is utterly amazing. Kristin Davis is an oddity for me, as I am the only weirdo in the world to have not seen on episode of Sex and the City. I have, however, seen Davis on numerous talk shows in which I've instantly swooned over her mere presence, humor, and charm. That's good enough for making the list it seems.
Another criteria ... attainability. This is where the wheels of logic come off. But bear with me as I make my case for the three women on my list. Nicole Kidman is widely reported to be something of a psycho emotional basketcase or an eerie ice princess that would normally frighten off lesser men. I've dealt with this sort, occassionally on a successful note. Knowing that you've lived through the challenge is rather rewarding. Knowing that the payoff can occassionally land you a hottie that's a zillion times out of your league makes you want to do this for a living. Lauren Graham? Well, popular though she may be, she plays a mom (and on the WB, for crissakes!). She's 37, so that's gonna run off a few more (I still look over my shoulder for Ashton Kutchar, though). I mean, she's not exactly the second-coming of MaryAnn from Gilligan's Island, but there's a slight enough case to make for attainability. Kristin Davis? She was on cable and her show's not even on the air anymore. Eventually, those royalty checks dry up and she'll need a good man just to pay the bills. When Kristin is willing to settle, I will be there ... mark my words.
In the course of the leadup to this post, I'm bouncing around ideas on attractive women with a female friend who might otherwise be on the list save for the fact that a) there's no clear rules on having friends on this list and b) she's proximate enough that I would fear an actual call at some point to do some silly pointless errand. Sure, I'd run the errand, but I'd feel violated afterwards. I'm such a fragile soul that I'm not willing to endure that just yet. Of course, I'm sure she's also running pictures of gorgeous women by me just to throw me off the trail a little.
Of the names trotted out, one that might otherwise be on the list: Naomi Watts, is offered as an example. Naomi Watts is by no means unattractive, but there's not an identifiable movie role of hers that I can appreciate along with the pictures both on the internet and in my mind. I never got Mulholland Drive and haven't really viewed her voice work on Babe: Pig in the City with enough devoted attention to appreciate. If she's attainable, I haven't seen a case to explain how just yet.
I've always been drawn to Cameron Diaz, also. But she's dating Justin Timberlake. And she's not as mentally unstable as to end up leaving him after they adopt three kids like Nicole Kidman. In fact, Cameron has a great wit about her. But everyone wants Cameron Diaz. The line for that ride is too long and I'm too impatient.
Enter Liz Phair. Here's where this gets tricky. I have no clue why the list is limited at three. I mean, can I not just make a list as long as I damn well feel like it? Liz is a musician and that intimidates some guys. I, on the other hand, totally dig the creative types (even if I think I could play the guitar a dozen times better). She's recently divorced, with child ... again, the playing field is thinned out and there's just enough of a whiff of attainability to appreciate that my .00000001% chance of success has just been doubled.
Now, the moralist might note that Kristin Davis is married. Lecture on. Given that we're dealing with Hollywood, I think its safe to presume that wedded bliss can be as fleeting as the belief that a cameo appearance on "The Parkers" will help your career. Besides, I'm not lusting yet. I'll save that for when the phone rings. Then, and only then, will I repent.
I still don't know what to do with that third spot. I mean, I feel bad for Kristin if I dump her. But I also don't want to go to the Liz Phair concert without knowing there's a greater cause at work. Drew Barrymore broke up with her husband, didn't she? Then again, maybe I ought to chuck the list out alltogether and pick up the trail of that Starbucks chick again.
(Double bonus if you spot the precise sentence in this post where I lose my mind.)
So half of the Posse (U&T) took in the Michael Moore movie for some inexplicable reason. I'd just gotten through most of that filmmaker's earlier "Columbine" movie (a forthcoming rebuttal will be pretty easy). We gathered just before midnight for THE LOLLIPOP GIRLS in HARD CANDY from 1976, a 'vintage' porno.
Here's the really insane part: not only was that '76 groaner shown in head-hurting 3D but a few of the females who were invited by various parties actually showed up. I'm recovering from an illness and barely made it myself, but never would have considered asking anyone to such a questionably-titled 'art' film. I still cannot believe that C. and A., two off-the-scale major hotties, would bother with this. However, their interests were properly addressed as we discovered that all you've heard about John Holmes is true.
Nice to know somebody got theirs. And now back to our feature, 'Ralphie waits for his prescription while studying for a test, instead of surfing the cast site for revealing pics of C. and A. like he OUGHT to be'.
After Friday night's affair, I had a bit more tension-filled affair set for Saturday night ... a birthday party for a friend. The setting: Front Porch Pub on West Gray. I was running a bit late as I had mentally placed this thing closer to the West Gray Cafe. This sent me in loops for a good 15 minutes before I opted to scan back towards Downtown for the place. I arrive with a somewhat nifty gift idea that I'd actually had in mind since having an incredibly long list of gift ideas since Christmas. With a little help from the sister of the birthday kid (granted, it was her 30th birthday), I had a little customization to make the gift a little niftier. So I was squared away on that front. What I was unsure of was the social setting. I arrive to notice a few acquaintences from hockey games, sit with them for a spell. When my food arrives, I note the table does not seem to offer enough elbow room to partake of this chow, so I opt to create my own scene at the table next to me. Immediately upon doing so, the hot blonde who was sitting there fled the scene. I couldn't help but feel a little hurt by that.
The tension source, you ask? Hard to explain, but I always feel like a 3rd wheel no matter what the setting with this friend in question. In this case, there were about 40-50 people in attendance, so that places me somewhere around the range of 51st wheel. I ended up with more convo with the sister than with the birthday girl. At some later point, some friends of the sister show up and add to my table of one rather quickly. This seems to keep me moored to my table for a little longer. I'd had two beers prior to their arrival, but once I started on the caffeine train, I get chided for every refill of coke I drink. Eventually, I order another beer just to shut them up. Punk ass kids today. They were downing pitchers of Coors Light as they gave me grief (I opted for Shiner Bock ... a real beer). Of all the nerve.
What's weird is that I'm not the biggest partygoing type, so one of my concerns - having something going on to occupy my interest and time - was miraculously covered by good fortune. Still, I think any time I got with the birthday girl was in the single digits worth of minutes, out of about 6 hours of holding court. Such is life. Summer is upon us, and without any given need to cross paths for the next 5 months, I suspect communication will dwindle accordingly. That's the thing with old flames ... eventually they die down. Now if a new one would just magically spring up, that'd be swell.
The social event of the season that is Uberfest/stock/thon/epithetofthemoment is always a matter that taxes the endurance of the most stalwart of us. This last was no exeption. The programmed assaults on the refined sensibilities of a few of us included a musical Brady Bunch special from the late 70's which couldn't have been saved even by Maureen McCormick's butt. Fortunately, there were many nice girls in attendance to divert my attention, notably Mary and Claire. The cooking rocked, of course, and the patio's interesting feature of three pot plants with no plant (just dirt) argues for a few of my Mexican Kalanchoes to deposit next time (they require almost no maintenance).
Even now, I am engaged in self-medication toward an eventual recovery from the evening.
EXTRA!! Decent photo from ELLE magazine shoot located on McCormick's official site HERE. High-class sitcom pussy.
1. What is your full Name: Heironymus Merkin
2. What are you listening to right now: Gin Blossoms
3. What was the last thing you ate: nondescript Fast Food
4. If you were a crayon what color would you be: what is this BS?
5. How is the weather right now: present
6. Last person you talked to on the phone: front office
7. Your favorite TV show: Which decade?
8. Do you like the person who sent this to you: The goat business is a bit odd
9. How are you today: Cranky about probable lack of a raise this fiscal year
10. Favorite non-alcoholic drink: Coffee or Tea
11. Favorite alcoholic drink: Kahlua and coffee, probably
12. Favorite sports to watch: cats being thrown into the water and swimming (they can, you know)
13. Hair color: too specific
14. Eye color: too specific
15. Do you wear contacts: too specific
16. Siblings: too specific
17. Favorite month: too specific
18. Favorite food: fricasse of squid
19. Last movie you watched: DRACULA: PRINCE OF DARKNESS
20. Favorite day of the year: What is this BS?
21. What time did you go to bed last night? What is this BS?
22. Summer or winter: What is this BS?
23. Hugs or kisses: What is this BS?
24. Chocolate or vanilla: This reminds me of a certain adult film...
25. Do you want your friends to write back: What is this BS?
26. Who is most likely to respond: Jack Straw
27. Who is least likely: Grigory Rasputin
28. What's under your bed: Ammo
29. What books are you reading: Autobio of Isaac Asimov, Vol. 1 - In Memory Yet Green, a database manual, a certification drill book and "Jack's Book - An Oral Biography of Jack Kerouac" by Gifford and Lee
31. Favorite board game: Suicide Bomb-A-Go-Go
32. What did you do last night: Classified
33. Favorite thing to do to pass time: So little time...
34. Can you touch your nose with your tongue: I might be able to touch YOURS with my FIST
35. What inspires you:
OK, that's a big one. Several things come to mind...
Annie Lennox's take on "Waiting In Vain"
Joe Cocker's version of "Watchin' The River Flow"
A good plate of smoked salmon
This kid in Austin
Authors: Early A.E. Van Vogt, Harlan Ellison, Beryl Markham, Ayn Rand, Kate Braverman, Neal Cassady, Cicero, Edward Gibbon, myself
Autobiographers: George Burns, David Niven, Tony Randall, Bob Hope, Fred Pohl
36. Plain, sugared, caramel or salted popcorn: More BS
37. Favorite flower: Either Hibiscus, Ruellia, Green Spider Plant, Joshua Tree or Horsehead Philodendron
38. What I have to do to prepare for my day: Get up, fix breakfast, load the Mossberg 12 ga.
I've decided to take one minor event a little more public since I've shared this with a few select friends already and gotten some quality feedback that helps crystallize my own thoughts a little better on the topic. The matter involves meeting someone new and getting that initial spark of a sensation that makes you do something daring and bold, like ... say, invite yourself over to her table to chat during lunch. Could be the sort of thing that leads to the umpteenth 'female friend' I've accumulated over time, or it could be something more. No telling at this point. Naturally, hope springs eternal.
One 30 minute encounter seems to have given me some initially perplexing questions, which I posed to the experts. To set the stage, here's the Cliff Notes of the backstory ... I attend a group function, witness a late arrival who grabs my attention through no other reason than attractiveness and a few features that highlight that fact. With this new discovery clearly in my sights, I make note of the lovely partaking of lunch at the restaurant afterwards, find some truly lame excuse to invite myself to sit with her while she dines and I await a friend to head to points elsewhere. Mind you, the restaurant was NOWHERE near full, so the excuse was probably transparent. Should also be noted that a few stolen glances might have been intercepted during the earlier event, so if I was looking to get caught showing some interest in this chick, I did all but put the handcuffs on me in declaring my own guilt.
The perplexing thing is that while the lunch encounter had some positive signs, I was fairly unsure of what to make of it on the whole. I mean, sure ... she allowed my presence at her table for two, she returned my intro with her name (which, being the cad that I am, I managed to forget!), we made for polite convo about topics ranging from those tangential to the prior event as well as a few questions of my own targetted to show a bit of expressed interest in this woman. But I didn't pick up much of any return fire on that last front. My panic alerts initially were set off that perhaps this woman just desired to be friendly and perhaps, that's all. She finished her meal, excused herself momentarily, got up and refilled her drink, and then returned to continue the thrilling convo between us while I still had time to wait for my friend. After a few more minutes, friend arrives, and we both depart.
Pay attention to that last point ... she came back when she very well could have excused herself for good. Maybe this happens more often with those of the more desirable class, or those who are more thrilling conversationalists, but it doesn't happen often enough in these quarters. So after several moments of wondering whether or not I was making any progress and thinking perhaps I shouldn't delude myself, I get one quite positive sign that may yet offer up a few grand delusions till reality kicks in later.
Reasons for celebration on this are due in no small part to a critically increasing need to get over the last "something new" that's kinda lingered on my "to do" list for a bit too long. Among the things learned from that experience were that I now have a greater appreciation for what it's like to be spoiled for other women. Oh sure, the last "something new" didn't want to date me at all, but who was I to resist the intoxicating appeal of something out of reach and still so seemingly ideal? Reminds me to invest in two-by-fours to smack over my head sometime soon.
Anyhoo ... that whole experience managed to form a few new requirements that had to be met for anyone to make me forget about her. I'd have sworn it would have been next to impossible. All of twice in my life have I been around someone who made me reach such conclusions that essentially boiled down to seeking someone who fits a particular mold. Not physically, that is ... but various attributes of personality, looks, whatever ... the whole package. Irony being that in the first such instance, I had that proverbial image of exactly what I knew I needed to look for in a woman ... and was proven wrong over a lengthy period of time. Now, I have yet another such image. A different image, to be sure. But also one that has a bit more thought put into it due to reasons of age as well as the particulars of why I fell for the second one. I don't pretend that to be a good thing. Maybe it is, maybe it isn't. I'm not too blinded to the fact that I could well be dead wrong on that perception, so its not like I'm entirely limiting myself. But it at least offers a good starting point.
Dunno ... we'll see what happens when we next cross paths (hopefully next month sometime).
