Mr. Perathoner: Banderilla insertion is best reserved for the picadors, they are impersonal professionals whose job it is to anger the bull and weaken it through blood loss. Not even a Telepath would find honor in clipping a certain pair of ears to his belt. Mr. Noring: The pot you seem to be desperately searching for at the end of the rainbow is a chamber pot, with the usually expected contents. Kindness can only kill one capable of appreciating it. Mr. Hutchison: Your sentiment is admirable, but when you and others make yourselves targets, innocent bystanders are placed in in the line of fire. An agora is for social interaction, combat is normally restricted to the colosseum. Mr. Cannon: Not even Pilate would think to search for truth in this marketplace. Mr. Buck: Thank you for reminding us that there are real people behind each one of the email addresses on this list. I offer in return that you contemplate the (in)famous lines from Cool Hand Luke: "Some men you just can't reach. So you get what we had here last week, which is the way he wants it... well, he gets it." Mr. Dyck, Mr. Starner, Mr. Sly and others (you know who you are): Thank you for posts with signal detectable above 2.7 degrees Kelvin. Non-combatants: The weather's still inclement, (proof)read any good books lately? Non-scientific observation: I take gutvol-d in digest mode, and of late my email filters have classified more than two-thirds of these digests as "non-accept." Someone wake me up if a discussion actually happens.