Go ahead and plonk me. I deserve it.

This flamefest is starting to resemble the secretly recorded tape of Crosby, Stills, Nash, and Young fighting in their dressing room that was mentioned in some Zappa song, I can't remember which one offhand.

I'll take five now. I won't contribute to Gridcosm again until I create a square that's SEAMLESSLY blendy, so I may be gone for quite awhile.