I'm curious about whether the terrorist pilots used the flight simulator in their Florida flight school to hit the WTC towers. Way back when, I remember trying to use MS flight simulator and constantly crashing into the Sears Building. I think that the default take-off point was in Chicago, and I never could get the damned thing steered right... I started off the morning working on the hot tub and I got discouraged pretty quickly. To start off with, I found that my toolboxes had been opened... when they're closed, of course, they're weatherproof. Not so when they're open... and no, it wasn't JD, I closed the boxes after he left, planning on working with them when the weather was better. Must've been Brian and Patrick. Anyway, everything has acquired a coating of rust, so it's all soaking in WD40 right now. Anyways. Took a long nap this afternoon, woke up feeling worse than I did before. Dreamed about smoking. I'm getting sick of dreaming about smoking, really. Shouldn't my imagination be better'n that? Like, I should maybe be dreaming about smoking *and* drinking? Ah, well, it's almost 23:00, and we have a new Miss America. Allow me to say, BFD. All of the girls were pretty, hell, 'most all of the girls in the world are pretty at some time or another in their lives, and onct I was a studly-looking guy too. Looks are pretty meaningless, unless you want to be in some ones fantasy... or in their daydream. Sometimes I don't really enjoy being cynical, and then I feel even worse for letting everyone down, 'cause everyone loves a happy cynic, even though they strike happy mediums. Never really knew why anyone would want to be a medium anyway, I would think that either rare or well done would be better goals. Maybe all people of mediocrity should be stricken. Well, then, yes. If mediocrity were gone, all that is left is good and bad. So then there would be degrees of goodness and degrees of badness, and those on the low end of good and the high end of bad, well, they could be described as being mediocre and then it would all start over again and then we'd have to strike all of those out until finally there would just be the best of the good and the worst of the bad and nothing nothing at all in the middle. And then... what would happen then? I really don't feel that I'm qualified to speculate any further along these lines. And Wait! Before you start, let it be known that I don't really think that *you* are qualified either. I am not, however, a censor. Just speak very quietly in a place where I can't hear you, that'll be OK. Doug will be back tomorrow when he is clearheadeder. He will probably sleep soon for about twelve hours.