And out of the darkness crawl the creepy things that scare the children. Yes, it's that time again. March 17, St. Patrick's Day. Or, as those in the know call it, St. Drunkenday. Oh, the times we've had, just you, me, cheap beer, and poisonous food additives. All hail acceptable stereotypes! God bless the Irish for all being a bunch of drunks. Sirs, I salute you! If only this had been pack 40, then I could have worked in more drinking analogies. The more things change, the more they stay the same. You've got to love clichees like that. It never stops, and for that I'm somewhat thankful. The naysayers do their thing, and Remorse does its, and never the two shall meet. The last time I was around these parts, it was as the guy trying to keep everything together. Thank God I'm not doing that anymore. Most people should understand that those who choose to lead either want to better the world, or they have a death wish. I'm not sure which category I fall into. Everyone that's been around a while has their own "back in the day" stories, and I'm no exception. Perhaps time has changed my perspective, but I'm in the boat with those people that believe a group is about family. Sure, you may argue with each other every so often, but you know the only way you're getting away from them is if they manage to get themselves married off to someone you'llnever have to see again. Ah, if only... I'm pretty sure I'm off tangent here, so how about a triumphant ascii return: .dS$^ ^$Sb. $$$$ $$$$ `4S$bTd$S7' Boys and girls, that's what we in the business call "an in-joke". Really, it's funny. No, really. Funny. Honest. Now for a few final words from HaikuBoy. crabs are good eating i like shellfish, oh hang on doc, why should i shave? one glimpse of the moon and all my troubles are gone. oh yuck, roseanne barr. remorse 41. not your father's ascii group, but almost as old. Good night, and don't forget to tip your server. I'm here all week. SAUCE00milk whirr on #bearcave EFNET whirr 1981 19800105ñP3