Sean, I'll say, "Goddamit! The Post Office lost my shoebox of shit for three weeks!" And you can say, "Alright! The Post Office only lost Hotbuns' shoebox of shit for three weeks!" But anyway you slice it, that's still three weeks I had to spend shoeboxless, waiting for my shoebox-of-shit-life to arrive...which isn't that great when it gets here anyway. And to top it off, I had to spend $3.20 to send it priority mail! In response to: Tomato, tomahto. I've always thought of the 90's as the shit-in-a-shoebox-reality-bites-oh-well-whatever-nevermind decade, but our differing perspectives only serve my point. To the sulking depressive, the world is lonely, stupid, unappreciative, cruel. To the romantic, it's beautiful. Take a step back, and it becomes an infinitely complex place, filled with moral ambiguity and crawling with animals who project their imaginings and fears upon it, some of whom tend to get a little defensive when someone points this out to them. Take a long, careful look, Hotbuns200. Yes, that's right. It's an inkblot! However, if a pessimistic world view serves your needs, Hotbuns200, by all means, indulge! This greedy, superficial, injust planet certainly doesn't give a shit. -Sean